Camping In A Peom

• Xavier O'brien, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

As we pitch the tent, we can see mountains almost touching the clouds.
We hear the river following like people coming in on boxing day.
We feel the crunching nestles of the pines underneath our feet.
We smell the warm smoke of the yellow and orange campfire.
We taste the goo oozing out of the burnt marshmallow.
In the morning, we drive into to town and see 100-year-old buildings.
And hear cars honking and chuffing along.
We feel new gloves we bought from the Ski shop.
When we walk in the café, we smell freshly brewed coffees.
We taste the warm jam and scones and the mini hot chocolate.
As we get to the park, we see the river and the trees.
We hear children running and playing.
We feel the ice-cold water from the freezing cold river.
We smell the mountain wind follow straight at us.
We can still taste the rest of our delicious hot chocolate.