Wednesday 5 September 2012

my camp senses poem


Thornton Beach Camp
The huge, monstrous waves pounding against the shore.
The beautiful, yum sausage sizzling on my taste buds.
The salty sea spray going up
my nose.
The huge, strong wind against my back .
The wind whistling through the trees in the early  morning.
Camp was cool.
Jackson                 

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