My special place

Today I wrote about my special place.




My Grandy’s Farm



My special place is on my Grandads farm. I can see fences. The fences are grey with electric wire running through them. I can see large rectangular paddocks covered in long thick green grass. The ground is muddy with holes from the cows hooves. There is cow poop all over the place no wonder why you have to wear boots. The cows are in a paddock, next door to the paddock that I am in, they are happily grazing away in the paddock chewing the grass. Cows are mooing, the sun is hot on my body, it is summertime. In the tractor it’s so hot with the door open going to pick up the big round silage bales the dog is happily running beside the tractor barking away. The silage smells like grass that has been left fermenting leaving a strong but a little bit of a sweet smell in it.