camp lake rotoma

In front of me I see the burning hot sun shining down on the lake.

In the distance I see the giant trees on the other side of the lake waving as I’m writing this poem.

Above me I see the gigantic white clouds moving slowly well I’m staring at them.

Billow me I see the green wavy grass crawling with insey wincey bugs.

I can hear the really loud dragon fly’s buzzing.

In the distance I can hear the trucks and cars driving as fast as there aloud to along the road.

I can feel the nice cool wind blowing against my face.

I can smell the nice hot sausages cooking on the BBQ