Thursday, 20 September 2012

Camp Scences Poem


Thornton Beach Camp
                Playful, shivering children running
around cheerfully.
                      Sizzling, burning sausages on the
hot barbeque.
                    The rippling, overlapping waves as they hit the sand.
                          The freezing, sharp water as it lashes at my feet
                       The saucy, slimy spaghetti as it bubbles on my tongue.
                        I wonder what next years camp will
be like.
Brock

1 comment:

  1. well done brock awesome camp senses you are a great desriptive writer keep it up! :)

    ReplyDelete