Monday, 4 April 2016

Where does my heart lie?

The rocks race each other down the hill to my feet.

The tracks weave their long thin bodies  beside the calm sea.

The fishing rods hang over the water waiting for the catch of the day.

The sea dances to a relaxed rhythm. 

The bush sways gently in the breeze.


  1. I love the launguage that you put in it it makes it sound so real you improved a lot with your writing compared to your first story now your explaining it a lot better and it sounds very cool .