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.