GLENTUI CAMP REFLECTION

CAMP POEM

I see, White pale faces popping up out of the freezing cold water.

I hear, The frozen screams echo threw the small water hole with joyful laughs close behind.

I smell, gross slimy algae getting ripped off the rocks as people face plant on to the cold rocks .The  sweat sends a salty smells up my nose- YUCK!

I feel, the slimy wet algae in my finger nails and feel like my legs are giant Popsicle sticks.

I taste, The cold  refreshing  water being splashed into my mouth as I turn around by my friends trying to make me scream 

I wonder if I will dry on the way back.

That was camp.