Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Camp Poem

Mountain Valley


The camp was usual enough: It had a playground, a river, cabins with people talking and tents I never went in. Charlotte and I did what girls did-played with our hair, played around in cabins, watched the horses cantering in the paddocks and play silly games.Doing nothing important.
By Ruby


Inspired by James K. baxter

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