Friday, 6 May 2016
Mountain Valley Poem
The camp was usual enough :it had
A river, a playground, a swing that I never swung on, ponds that were too deep, even horses that poop all day.
Me and my friends did what kids, do played on the playground, scared people, played some kind of spotlight, played with the fire, jumped into the river.
Doing nothing important.
Trinity SR. Southey
Inspired by James K. Baxter