Thursday, 18 February 2016

Where is my happy place

Where the cabbage trees wave to me in the wind.
Where the waves do forward rolls on top of the rocks.
Where the wooden wharf stretches its long arm out to sea.
Where the blackbirds yells to the other birds.
Where the toetoe spear trees and watch the nature channel.
That's my happy place 


  1. I love this Josh-you write beautifully,

    Mum xx

  2. Awesome job josh. That was cool. Cooler than my writing­čś×,

    Sam out

  3. I really like how you said "the waves do forward rolls on top off the rocks"
    It makes me want to look more carefully at the Breaking waves to see them roll.
    I alway now feel like wharf is an arm and I will use it my writing.
    Amazing poem Josh