My Cornwall

My favourite holiday is Cornwall, this is how I view it in a few words.

A battering ram rushes over the swaying greens,

pushes them closer to the jagged shark,

as he glares down at the swarm of ants below

as they inhale the salty goodness

allowing the warm aromas to swarm around them

sticking to their nose

as quickly as the sand sticks to their salty feet

as they swish through the swirling waters

of the realm of Poseidon.

The End

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