'The endless movement of the sea.'

This week's water work was more difficult. Many of you bravely gave it a go and painted a variety of pictures in my mind. Well done.
Here are a few snippets.

Lucy
As the little boat sailed out to sea I felt the warm breeze tickle my face. I observed the shore line disappearing. I heard the rough waves lapping around the sides of the boat. The boat kept the same rocking movement like a rocking chair. The choppy sea met the flaming horizon separating the blue. The waves broke the stillness. The sea was beautiful but deadly and eternal.

Stacey

I stand on the sandy
salty beach and my hair
goes up on my neck as
I feel the cool water
running beneath my feet.
I see seagulls searching
for fish in the distance and
I have this feeling of freedom.

Declan

I am standing on the beach.

The ocean is gigantic, the colour is green/blue, it is bubbling at my feet, the wind is starting to blow, the waves are crashing.

The colour is changing to dark blue black, the waves are smashing together and foam is flying in the air.

There is a piece of driftwood, it is bobbing in the rolling waves, it is sinking.

Bart

The sea moves softly and calm on a sunny day.

But when the storm arrives there become giant and rough waves.

When it's deep you can't feel anything.

It feels soft and thin.

Hamish

Folding, flipping, turning flipped the swift ocean.

Dancing, spinning, whirling as it tumbles to the beach.

Swaying in the flow

and crashing down strongly with a salty taste that you do not want to drink.

Amy

The sea's light fluffy waves

flow in and out

like two people playing tug of war

swinging in and out.

I feel relaxed

I never want to move

my eyes off the waves again.

Georgia

The Echoing Sea

Tumbling, crashing.

Rolling, bashing.

Forever moving.

In and out its tide goes.

Back and forth its foam flows.

Frothy white horses.

Asia

I feel freedom as I read

the precious waves

turn my page.

I close my eyes

I hear the clashing

I taste the salt,

I know the day is done.

Nicola

When you are quietly cruising along in the harbour and a boat goes past your boat leaps into the air and when you land at full speed water splashes everywhere and then the boat rocks and tips madly.

When you are in the boat asleep it is swaying ever so slightly like a flower gracefully swaying in the calm summer breeze.

Brittany

One morning I woke and gazed out the window to see the waves crashing onto the sand and the waves jumping up and down like a see saw and people on their boogie boards going up and down over the waves with water spraying in their faces to the point when they just go tumbling down onto the sand.

Rebecca

the sea's movement is swift, soft, dumpy and bumpy. I see other children playing in that swift, sort, dumpy and bumpy sea and watch them skim those smooth flat stones as I see the stones splish, splash, splosh in those madly strong rips I wonder what will happen to those stones. Where will they go? And who will find them?

Shannon

The calm patches between the waves may look inviting but are deadly. They can haul your legs out from under you and violently toss you from side to side. The wave surges up and tramples over me. The movement could be fatal but also enjoyable. There's nothing like waves breaking over your toes or smoothly gliding through the glistening water. But remember, it could be fatal!