My Island (standard:poetry, 86 words)
Author: Anonymous	Added: Feb 12 2010	Views/Reads: 2309/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Groote Eylandt

My Island 

I looked at the water, how much I wanted to wade around. The sun was
setting over the ocean, glittering it a beautiful pinkish-blue. There 
were boats out, lots of them. How I wanted to lay down and float. This 
place is beautiful, even the crocodiles have a gentle nature to them. 
But even though they may look gentle, that is why I do not wade, that 
is why I do not float. The town above is what I call my home, my 
island... 


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