Camp
Mud is brown in the mud run.
Grass is green on the paddocks we ride horses on.
Waters blue in the river we raft on.
Camp is fun!
Mosquitos bite
The moon shines bright at night as we slept in the bivys
At the bivy the stars were sparkling diamonds.
Mud run
Soft mud on me
The water is deep
Thorns on my muddy soaking shoes
Yuck
Acrostic poem
Cookies at morning tea and lunch.
Ate like a king.
Mud all over our faces.
People running around having fun.
CAMP
The current looked calm as it drifted. it wasn't calm it pulled as like a rope.
The bees buzzed as the collected pollen.
The daisy's are spread out through the field.
We covered our bivy with a tarp it was like a shield.
The mud was still until children run through it.
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