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Monday, 3 September 2012

Camp Senses Poem


Thornton Beach Camp
Cold blue waves gulping up the sand when they crash.

Delicious, sizzling sausages on the
scorching hot barbeque.

Loud, squawking seagulls fighting over their freshly caught meal.

 The icy, fresh breeze blowing in my face as I race my raft.

Freezing, cold water gushes down my throat as I go for a dive.

Thornton Beach is the best place ever!
Sam Weir

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