Friday, 6 May 2016

Mountain Valley

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

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