Camp Senses Poem

The blazing gold sun landing on the sand.        

The delicious, scrumptious food being served on my plate.

Matua Hori shouting and screaming at the top of his lungs,

"GET BACK IN YOUR TENT!"

The sharp rocky sand digging into my skin as the cold breezy water hits my feet.

The hot, sizzling sausage as I bite into it.

I think Kaituna's camp at Lake Rotoma was the best camp ever !!!

Anthony