The clear blue water sways from side to side with the wind

as I we drive down the road to camp.

I breath in the sweet sizzling stir fry that is being tossed

In the pot

I listen to the loud screeching sound of kids screaming ahead of me as I grasp the rope tighter that’s leading me

Through the Burma trail.

The cold crisp water wraps around my body as I jump into the lake.

The boiling, mouth hot milo tickles my taste buds

As I gulp down the delightful drink.

I think camp was great and it was the best one yet.

By Marnie Bloor.