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.

