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Monday, 24 September 2012

camp sences poem


Thornton Beach Camp 2012

The dark blurry shadows of seabirds
flying overhead.
Fresh salty air rushes through my nose.
The dark blue waves crashing against the soft, silky sand turning into rough foamy white wash.
The firm, cold breeze  brushes across
my face.
The salty fresh water gushes down
my throat.
I think Thornton Beach Camp is a
great camp site for everyone.
Jake



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