As the cold brisk winter morning tickles my nose, I walk along the river. I come around the corner and there it is, the big oak tree. I keep walking alongside the river. 

I decide to head for home. On the way back I look up to the snow-topped mountain and say to myself, “what a wonderful place!”

 I’m about halfway home when the sun goes down the hill. I decide to camp the night by the river. Over the river I can hear the screams of the owls. I slowly fall asleep to the snoring of my dog.

JAMES – YEAR 8