Tuesday 8 March 2016

My place poem

Village Pools


The sound of splashing and churning water.
Laughter fills the air.
The drip drip of wet togs and feet

My place is like that.

Where you can see sparkling water like crown's jewels.
Where you can pretty much see everyone having fun.

My place is like that.

You feel refreshed as soon as you’ve touched down into the water.
Where you feel a light nice breeze.

My place is like that.

Where you taste the sparkling water on your tongue.
Where you can taste food and sweets.
And my place is like that.

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