Wednesday, 28 November 2012

camp senses poem


 
     Thornton beach camp

Wobbling, blurring heat waves above the sand as I stretch out on the golden beach
The fresh, salty scent of the sea as I watch the waves crash to the sandy shore
The treacherous, strong wind rattling trees and bowling over tents
The luxuriously soft, wet sand squelching         between my water wrinkled toes as I dash up and down the beach collecting creamy white shells
Sweet, burning milo spread its tingling sensation across my tongue
 I think I just had the best camp ever.

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