Monday, 20 May 2013

senses poem


Lake Rotoma Camp

The yellow sun on the beautiful
Lake I also see big  tents going  up.

The green large portaloos from 
A mile away and the yummy food
cooking.

The heavy wind and the pounding
rain  on my tent.

The hazy fresh air and the
marvellous  water when you
jump in on a hot day.

The delicious healthy food
and  the best food ever.

Camp Rotoma was the best
camp ever.

Adele 

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