The stream was going at grate pasts.Rocks tumberling
down you could hear the splash when it
hit the water.
Sitting on the beach waves tumberling on my legs
sand tickling my legs.Cubes of sand rolling
in and out of the sea.
123 go! running as fast as I can my hart beating
as I hear my name getting called out
I over tack someone 'yes' I say in my head.
my legs felling tingly my boady started to shiver.
By Grace Yr 5
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