jacob, 11Here in this secret cove, you can hide your toes where no one knows, this is where the river flows from the ocean these mountains once rose. Weddings for those from over the hills, wildlife reserves to preserve. Tents and waves not for the faint hearted rocks that are now parted.A pontoon that even a goon can use, birds that make turds like no tomorrow. It's unlikely you'll feel sorrow.Speed bumps or bike jumps, cricket pitches and birthday wishes will stay here forever. Go cart hills that could be death wills, tsunami tracks and bike racks, one store, someday this place will be no more.