Thursday 27 February 2014

THE ISLAND - By Brooke


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.

7 comments:

  1. Wonderful story Brooke. I especially like the reference to the ballerina. Keep up the great work - your Mum x

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  2. Great story Brooke. Its getting me excited for our holiday in Fiji soon.
    Love Grandad

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  3. Great story Brooke It makes me excited for our holiday on Fiji soon. Love Grandad

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  4. Brooke, 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

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  5. What 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

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  6. What 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

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    1. what a great story brook keep up the good work from kyla

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