Kayaking down the murray
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Sam Pittman, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2004
I see the Hindmarsh Island bridge
A giant arch in the distance
The sun burns my arms
Like being cooked in an oven
The rumble of far off waves crashing
Like an aeroplane flying over
The smell of rotten fish
Like old seaweed rotting on the beach
The taste of the hotdog I had for lunch lingers in my mouth
Making me wonder what is for dinner
Peace. Harmony.