Monday, 3 September 2012

My Camp Senses Poem


Thornton Beach Camp

 Silver, shiny sand getting violently blown around by the strong, fighting breezes.
 Salty, muddy water crashing against the dangerous, steep shoreline.
 Gale-force winds whipping across my huge, creaky tent.
 Extra hot, delicious milo tingling on the tip of my dry, cracked tongue.
Soft dirty, sand in my mouth straight after a unpleasant, disturbing sugar cookie!!!!
The beautiful, relaxing beach is a fantastic experience!!!!!!

Finn Birchall

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