Camp
I was like a sloth climbing up the wall
My tent was so small it was like a shell
My gear was so heavy it was like carrying an elephant
The flying fox was as high as the sky tower
At orienteering it was raining so hard it was like the sea coming out of the clouds.
Great poem Mia, I really like the imagery you used to describe your time at camp. A shame it rained but I bet you had heaps of fun anyway.
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That so cool :)
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