November 16


Mitchell Falls

A poem

By Charlie

I walk along the crunchy rocks.

The mist rises over the cliff.

I hear the crashing of the falls.

I can smell the water as it floats up.

It’s relaxing, calm and scary.

I see a rainbow in the water.

It’s Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Posted November 16, 2018 by charlie2017 in category Uncategorized

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