Thursday, 31 May 2018

Akaroa Morning - by Nate

The sea was as sparkly as glitter and as blue as the sky
The hills were as brown as caramel and as cold as antarctica
The cars were as colorful as a rainbow and as loud as a plane
I can hear the water crashing on the shore
I can smell fish and chips cooking
I can feel the wind cracking on my face                                                  
I can see the boats slowly sliding through like blue cod       
But before i knew it mum said it's time to go home   

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