Farm frenzy

Tuesday 4 September 2012

Camp Senses Poem


Thornton Beach
Soft, sparkling sand dancing in the wind.
Yummy, taste of a picnic lunch waiting to be eaten. 
Powerful, freezing cold waves pounding against the shore.
Sharp, pretty shells piercing my feet.
Salty, harsh water as it gushes down my throat.
The hot sunny beach is
paradise.
Pounamu

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