The Majestic Castle

The aged, majestic castle is perched on a jagged, rocky hill  with an old tattered bridge the only way to get into the stronghold. The ancient ravens circle the turrets like guards in the crisp, clear, calm sky.

The castle makes me want to know its history. Who lived here?  How old is it, and why has it been left alone to slowly crumble down.

I can taste the age of time in the light gusts of wind. The land surrounding the castle is empty and desolate. It has no life there, time has stopped.

I can almost smell the old moat water. The nippy wind whispers in my ear and brushes lightly across my freckled face.The black feathered guards are so loud they are earsplitting deafening it is a horrid sound. They never stop.  It is constant noise.

I wonder how long this majestic fortress will stay on its rocky perch before it is reclaimed by the land it oversees.

Madisson

The Endless Barrel

My adrenaline pumped body slides smoothly across the mega,full sized  barreling wave.

I can feel my fingers skim across the thin layer of aqua water as I make my way down the moody blue barrel.

I can hear the screaming squawking seagulls on the sandy shore as the barrel starts to shut down on me.

On my way down I start to taste salty water make its way into my open mouth.The white water foam sprinkles onto my face like a light dash of sugar.

The salty air overpowers the fresh breeze and soon all I can smell is the salty tangy air. I see the end of the everlasting scroll as my board and I glide towards the light at the opening of the wave as it slowly releases me.  

Autumn

The colours are amazing. The leaves have colours like no other. Metallic copper,moody maroon,bright flaming scarlet,fiery

fluorescent ginger and cherry red.

All the seasons change and they have there own unique thing to them like summer it is always hot and the beach is everyone's favorite place to go to. My favorite season is full of fun and excitement its the time when the leaves drop of the tree it is called Autumn.

 

I feel all the leaves brush along my back. I feel the cold wind as it blows the vibrant colored leaves until next Autumn.

The Trenches

Gallipoli

4 April 1915

Dear Mum

I'm writing to you to tell you how my journey in the war has been .I'm missing you all so much and dying to come home.


Over in this revolting place called Gallipoli  i'm having the most dreadful time of my life.All I ever see is blood oozing out of my mates.Explosions  and booms. But in the sky is A hole other level pale skies. Flames like no other .Mushroom clouds of fire raging fire. Booms come down on us all the time. Fluorescent flashers of fire and when that fluorescent flash of fire comes that is the only flash of light we get in a long time.


When it is time to fight all I can hear is deafening tears. Sounds of people shrieking in pain and ear splitting gun shots. And at night I hear enormous explosions. Eruptions like no other. With grenades coming at us every minute I can hear burning crackling fire and the men giving orders. But the thing that makes me calm at night is the sound of the waves crashing on the sandy pebbly beach.


I don't even know why I am risking my life I feel forced in to this war. I don't know why I even singed up for this war. I'm getting sicker by the minute and if I don't get better I will have to be sent home and I really don't want to go home now even though I'm not liking this one little bit. I'm hungry and cold and I have seen things no one could even dream of. I'm missing you all so much and I will hope to see you once more if not good by.

love Bob 

Digital Mihi

Creating a digital mihi creating a connection. (vpld) from Catriona Pene

ANZAC

The poppies grow on the field as we that are left grow old. Even though they are no longer with us we need to remember. We shall not forget them as they saved our lives and gave us the freedom that we have now. We need to remember them on 25 April. Lest We Forget WALT create emotion.