Down by The Creek

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Emma Robinson writes, Down by the creek where the dragon flies fly I body surf through shallow waters.

Down by the creek where the dragon flies fly I body surf through shallow waters. I sit up and gaze upon a yellow dragon fly. The hum of it’s wings remind me that this unique colored dragon fly is real. My cousin dunks his head under the cool water and flicks his hair up with force, splattering me with dirty water. We creep up stream and sit under a mossy tree, and inhale the beauty. Buzzing in my ears is a pleasant sound; the bugs are harmonizing. My sister comments “It’s like a place for fairies.” I sigh, “It is” as my mind floats far from where I sit.

2 COMMENTS

  1. I agree with Erin.
    I agree with Erin…I can’t imagine where you have placed the setting of your story.

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