That was camp

That camp was writing

the camp was usual enough;

A playground, 5 cabins, tents, cars, toilets

And a sea saw that I was banned from and everybody

Because Fin cut his lip on it.

When I was walking I forgot my drink bottle.

At night played spotlight

But I was doing what boy’s do

Jumping up and down bashing trees with sticks

Chasing each other around the camp.

Pine cones dropping and breaking

Doing nothing important

By Ethan Crossland