Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Poem About the beach and My Home


Where i’m from I see my family breathing the fresh air
I  hear splashing and laughter of everyone.
I smell the smoked sausages and patties cooking on the BBQ.
I feel the warmth of the scorching sun as I lie in the sand as if I was getting fried in a pan.

I see my nana sitting on her bed from an exhausting day.  
I hear the washing machine whirring swirling.
I feel my mom's arms wrapped around me as if I was a present.
I taste the delicious food my mum and nan make specially for us.

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