The Excitement Of Camping

• Leigh Stark, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2009

The fire blazes high, My Dad, Brother and I
Sit quietly roasting mallows
A shadow casts, across the extensive plain,
covering up the rough terrain

The night is long, the fire glow dies down
Little can be seen except the debris on the ground

We all take a snooze, until daylight renews
bringing with it the excitement of camping
We start the day fishing at the bay
with the fresh smell of the morning

Tired from the adventure we went back to camp
Some of us wet, some of us damp, to eat our feed of crabs.

We boiled them up in a steaming pot
and because we were hungry we ate the whole lot
then we went for a walk until the birds began to squawk
which signalled the end of the day

We returned to our camp as the crickets began singing.
Another night of camping was just beginning!