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Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Biking

Going for a bike ride in the weekend.
Biking along the bumpy ground, the wind blows past me and the hot sun beams down.
Patiently I wait for the traffic lights to go green, the cars stop and I bike across the soft turf of the road. 
As I pick up speed the wind picks up too.
My nose picks up the sweet smell of fresh green grass. 
My ears venture through the many sounds to find the the cheerful chirp of tweeting birds. 
I can see the birds perched on the branches of the trees.
I feel nurtured by the beautiful nature around me.

1 comment:

  1. I like the words that you have put in the writing.(the hot sun beams down)that is my favourite part of the story

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