At the seasideWhen I was down beside the sea.A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup,In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
This is a great blogpost about being beside the seaside. I like the way you have described the sea and what it does. Maybe next time you could add a photo of the beach or a picture of your local beach! I also like the way you have describe the shore I could really imagine what the beach looked like in this story!
Hello Christopher!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great blogpost about being beside the seaside. I like the way you have described the sea and what it does. Maybe next time you could add a photo of the beach or a picture of your local beach! I also like the way you have describe the shore I could really imagine what the beach looked like in this story!
Great job Christopher
Katelynn
Greymain School, Totara 2