Friday, March 11, 2011

As I stand on the creaking wood of the dock I smell of smokes coming from fires dieing out and the salty sea air. The sound of the crash between docks and the wooden boat fill my ear. As a boat comes rushing past I feel the salty water splash my face as I am walking over to a fire to dry off. I taste smoked fish in the air and a hint of salt….. To be continued.  
                                                                                       By Malachi
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  1. class6March 28, 2011 at 2:23 PM

    Well done Malachi some great setting the scene using your senses. Mrs Lunt

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