My Holiday at my poppas
The lime
green grassy hills roll like waves over the peaceful farm.
The smell of
sweet mildew melts like butter into the frozen air.
I hear the
crunch, crunch, crunch of crispy grass under the hooves of sheep as they watch my
every move.
I taste the
fruity sweet Skittles that are clutched tightly in my hand.
I feel Sugars
fluffy wet wool as she brushes past my leg.
School Holidays
By Claire
Tall,
white, beautiful lighthouse
Waves
crashing and smashing together
Squawking,
shouting seagulls singing their songs
Oily
fish and greasy chips on a Sunday night
Wet,
cold morning grass
The
top of New Zealand
By
Rhianna
Hot pools
Clear water
sparkling in the sun light
Potent chlorine filling the air
Screams of people zooming down the slippery slides
Yummy snacks
filling my tummy
Popping
bubbles tickling my skin
Hot pools
By Darcie
Sunny
holiday!!!
Well groomed
ponies cantering through the waves.
Bait as smelly as rotten fish wafting through the air.
Squawking
seagulls all around us.
Salty sea waterspluttering from our mouths.
Nipping crabs biting.
By Saffy
