When its summer i can smell steam of the smokey barbecue.
I can taste that greasy oil off my salty chips.
I can see kids swishing and splashing water at there soaking parents.
I can hear the crunching and mixing of the fruity drinks.
I can touch the burning rocks with the souls of my feet.
By Ruby.
By Ruby.
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ReplyDeleteWe got a really good picture in my mind about summer
ReplyDeletetry not to use too many adjectives in one sentence by caitlynn and ruth :)
cool poem Ruby - We like the strong verbs you have used because you can picture it in your mind. next time you could add a start and an ending. by Monique and ossy.
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