Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Where do I come from?

The sea rolly pollys on to the smooth sand.                
           
The trees sway peacefully as if dancing to a piece of music.
                                 
The wide blows a cloud of  sand into my face.

The smooth bush touches my arms with its little silky fingers.

The cool breeze whispers on my face.

4 comments:

  1. Woo this is so cool I love it is really creative And it is well lay out

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  2. This is very creative I love you writing

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  3. Great job olive this is well thought Out

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  4. Nice job olive I like the personification you used

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