Brenna @ Pinehill School
Sunday, May 17, 2015
LIGHTHOUSE POEM!!
Smells like....Some old rusty metal.
Tastes like....Dry wood.
Sounds like....Waves crashing and bashing against my beetle stilts.
Feels like....a dusty old machine.
Looks like....a old cottage on stilts.
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