Thursday, 16 February 2012


the soft silky sand squelching between our toes 
the icy, fresh water licking the shore as if it,s iceblock,
lying on the dunes, letting the sun roast us like a sausage on a barbeque,
diving into waves, pretending to be a plane crash- landing.
That was summer.

the soft, harmless water gliding past our faces,
the crunchy, tasteless sand in  our sandwiches, 
the struggle against mother nature to eat our iceblockS.
Summers fading... autumns birth.

By Hayden Aiken (10 years) 
Kuranui Primary School,

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