Temperature
Freezing cold, I can’t feel my face at all.
Wind
Gusts through the sky. My hood is up, offering protection.
Sun
Shines through patches in the clouds.
Waves
Scatter and mash up the sand.
Gems
Shift underneath my feet, like rushing trains.
A Paper Bag
Springs up into the air like a rabbit.
Wow Mason! That was a great poetry. I love it how you described the paper bag as a rabbit; I get the vague idea of a brown paper bag in the shape of a hare, the wind moving it around so it looks like it is jumping around! And I almost feel cold when you describe the wind as 'so cold I can't feel my face'!
ReplyDeleteReally awesome Mason.
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