The Campsite

• Lachlan Horne, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2015

Scratch! Scratch! I’m at a beautiful campsite in Teesdale. There are trees and mountains to climb and shiny blue rivers to swim in. There is fish in the river for us to watch. I feel free from people and to do lots of things.
I’m sitting in front of a camp fire. I can see the snow capped mountains and a good view of the forest. I can see the blue water reflecting the beautiful skies. The clouds are as fluffy as a pillow. I can see trees shaped like pins. I feel so light that I could fly with the birds.
I can hear birds landing in the trees. Baby birds cheeping to their mum and dads. I can hear turtles splashing, so are the rainbow fish. Trees are thrashing against the one next to it. Rustle Rustle.
I can feel the grass on my feet as I walk towards the river. The turtles are splashing water on my face. The water is very cold. I can feel the rocks in the water under my feet. Some are so smooth they are massaging my feet. I feel so calm.
I wish I could stay here but I have to go home. I hope I can come
back soon to see all the animals and be free from pollution.