Beach view
By
JAMIE LOUTIT Aapfi 10
Aged 1U The water is cold. It chills your fingertips. The sand is warm as it runs through your fingers. I hear the cars drowning the sound of the sea out. I smell the sea air as I take a deep breath. I see shag rock standing tall by itself. The sand sparkles like a priceless jewel. The cobwebs feel like new silk, To flies they are a deadly trap. The sun shines like a roaring fire burning for ever. The time is over, Then I sadly walk away.
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Press, 27 June 1989, Page 18
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