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Saturday, April 13, 2013

Beach waves


The whirling sound of the waves rebounding echoes,
I run along the damp sand.
My togs feel like their super glued to my skin.
I sprint down to the crashing waves,
My feet get soaked with salty water.
I suddenly dive in noticing my body growing colder,
I push my head up gasping for air.




By Madison,
Aged 10.  

1 comment:

  1. Great poem Maddy!
    I love the first line, it has lots of cool descriptive words.
    You should definitely enter that one in the poem competition.
    Keep it up!

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