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Sunday, 3 April 2016

My special place

Havelock, my special place

The crowded harbour invites my Grandad’s boat, “Soundwave”.
Risk-taking cousins and I jump off boats into the blue depths below.
Kind locals wave and smile at us as we enter the little town of Havelock.
The modern Havelock motel gathers people from all over New Zealand, and probably the world.
Grandad’s lively boat pulls me to the steering wheel to steer the boat through the elevating hills protruding out of the clear water.


4 comments:

  1. Isabella - your choice of words and how you have crafted them together makes this a delightful piece of writing to read. Thank you. Kiri

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  2. I love how you said the modern hevelock motel gathers people from all over NZ

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  3. language you used made me want to read more.

    Great job!

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  4. I like the way you used discriptave words in this peice of writing. Well done.

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