The Inlet
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Joshua Tararo Aged 10 years
Celebrate the Inlet
With swaying waves rocking the boats
So sweetly up and down
With buoys looking like peeping moles
Up to see and down to hide
People on the beach crushing shells as they run along
Sounding like Christmas paper being opened
Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
With wind whistling in our ears
With a light breeze in the air
It smelt like a lovely sea salt aroma
I look at it all from a distance
that’s the best way for me
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