I see golden sand on
the beach. The waving ocean is
beautiful. I hear squawking seagulls in
the trees. The splashing water is pretty
like a ballerina. I feel the warm wind
on my hands and face. And I’ve got a
blister from the hot sand. I tasted the
juicy coconuts and felt salt water on my lips.
I smell salty sea and rotting fish behind the rocks.
Wonderful story Brooke. I especially like the reference to the ballerina. Keep up the great work - your Mum x
ReplyDeleteGreat story Brooke. Its getting me excited for our holiday in Fiji soon.
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Great story Brooke It makes me excited for our holiday on Fiji soon. Love Grandad
ReplyDeleteBrooke, that is such a fabulous story. You are such a good story teller. I can't wait for you to read me one of your stories when I see you this week. Lots of love, Aunty Angela xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous story Brooke, you are such a good story teller. I can't wait for you to read me one of your stories when you come up to Auckland this week. See you soon. Lots of love, Aunty Angela xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a good story writer brook I cant wait until I read some more and I cant wait till you put more on the blog from mya
ReplyDeletewhat a great story brook keep up the good work from kyla
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