Monday 3 September 2012

My Camp Senses Poem


Thornton Beach Camp

Huge, rough waves crashing loudly on the beautiful sandy beach.

Yuck, salty water from the sea in front of me goes up my nose.

Freezing, cold wind whistling through my tent at night.       
Hot, golden sand wriggling between my toes.

Sizzling, hot milo on my
burning tongue.

I think the beach is a
wonderful place.

Taylah

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