Thursday, 18 February 2016

Where is my happy place ?

Where little baby quails charge across the road with their feathers up on their heads.
Where the Waves somersault across the boiling sand, reaching for your feet.
Where Shags blow dry their wings, while their tummies rumble for fish.
Where Tui stand tall, puff out their chests, showing off.
Where blue birds sing for our attention, making sure they're the loudest.
Where seeds from the pohutukawa tree dive down to the ground as if it's a swimming pool.
Where sun glows down making us more tired as the day goes on.
Where cicadas sounds swim across the air and the golden sand tans in the sun.
Where wind disappears nowhere to be seen.
Where is my happy place? 
In Tata! 


  1. I liked the sentences where you said where the shags blow dryed there wings,where the waves somersault across the boiling sand and where you said where the sun glows down making us more tired as the day goes on.this place reminds me of when we go to kaiteri.

  2. Great storyπŸ‘Œ Your story was really discriptive and you used awesome language πŸ‘πŸ‘Š it reminded me of when I was in Rarotonga and it was really hot! Good jobπŸ˜„πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘

  3. Fantastic Izzi - it's my happy place too xx