Top Outdoor Spot Competition
Tom , Year 7
The beach lies in the arms of the cliffs.
The gulls call to the sea.
"Swirl waver swirl."
I float in the water waiting, waiting for the big wave to carry me back to the beach.
I try to outrun the wave.
When it comes I sink down.
I see the beach though my fingers.
On the cliffs little wooden houses wait for their owners.
I call to them, “you're never alone here, never.”