Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Jasmine's Camp Poem

Camp Poem

Another fun day was rising,
As other people were realizing,
That today was the day for the beach!

We all hopped into the bus,
Without any fuss,
Though the top of
the bus was out of reach.

Morning tea is very close
And all my food is very gross.
The black sand is steaming hot.

Learning how to recognize a rip
makes me want to bite my lip.
Thinking about this
Makes me want
to trot.

Lunch is super near
I smell the fear
For me to eat!

Ran down the glittery sand
slipping off my hand,
Beating my feet on the ground
with the best beat!

By Jasmine

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