Going Bush.
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Bobby Mcfall, Grade 8k
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Poetry
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2011
By Bobby Mcfall, 14, year 8
10 Taylor Street, Cranbourne, Victoria, 3977
Patterson.River.Secondary.Collage
Where I go we drive down a long dusty road,
We’re going to a place we consider our own.
This isn’t our first time and it won’t be our last,
Rocks from the road are flying, we’re going so fast,
Everyone’s here there’s excitement in the air,
But it won’t be long until we’re there.
And when we arrive we’ll set up out tents,
We’ll pile up logs in a heap,
We’ll set a fire then put it out,
Then we can go to sleep,
The next day we’ll look at things that we’ve found,
Then at night we’ll roast marshmallows and sit around,
After a few days we’ll be gone,
We’ll leave this place for-lorn,
We can no longer stay ,
Until we return another day.