Camp poem
One of my favourite activities
I hear water smashing along the water
as I paddle along.
I felt water as I fell in, but I hoped
back on with a good attitude.
I see water drops coming down from
the sky into the water and getting splashed up again.
I taste fresh air more and more as I
go along.
I smell nature as I paddle along
Can you guess where I am?
By Casey Jane
SargisonJ
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