HAMSTER

Thursday, 6 September 2012

senses poem


Thornton Beach Camp
The crystal clear beautiful sea crashing on the sand.
The yum, hot sausages  sizzling on the barbeque.
The scary, noisy wind whistling through our tent.
The cold, peaceful water swishing around my freezing  feet.
I taste the yum, warm hamburger
in my exhausted mouth.
I think that Thornton Beach Camp is the best camp.

Flynn


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