Thursday 21 March 2013

Camp poem 2013


In the distance
In front of me I see people swimming to the golf ball.
In the distance I see the lake getting darker.
Above me I see the sun shimmering against the lake.
Under me I see the sand spraying everywhere.
I can hear other people encouraging each other.
In the distance I can hear other people yelling.
I can Feel Mr whippy fly past my face.
I feel Refreshed
By Tommy Tapsell