That Was Camp.
Remember when I was climbing the giant’s ladder with Sene and all we needed was to encourage and support ourselves with teamwork because it was more of a giant ladder?
Remember when we worked as a team together as we completed challenges through ABL’s?
That was Camp.
Remember when me and my group was surfing and riding the crashing waves in the cold morning?
Remember when me and my group were doing Archery, and my dad popped a balloon and Hunter hit a bulls eye with really good accuracy?
That was Camp.
Remember when we were shooting tennis balls at a goal through slingshot and the whole group was committing to the activity?
Remember when I was very warm in my sleeping bag ( used for -5 degree) as I slept through the night with my friends?
That was Camp.
Remember when everyone had tacos, meat, vegetables, breakfast, sandwiches, ice cream, butter and bread pudding, lamb burgers, macaroni and cheese, apple crumble, sausages on bread, rice and some sauces. ?
Do you remember?
That was Camp.
Kia Ora Lyle
ReplyDeleteCool picture of your group and other people surfing well done and nice poem its great poem that you have made and I like that you have put in what we ate at camp for lunch how we had sausages on bread and desert was really nice apple crumble on the last night .Keep up the good work Lyle
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Morena Lyle,
ReplyDeleteI love how your poem reminds of the 'feel' of
camp. It makes me miss camp and remember
camp as if it were yesterday.
I loved this poem and I hope you will make
more inspiring ones like these in the future.
From: Nikolai
Hi Lyle,
ReplyDeleteI like your post about camp and I like how you and Sene were encouraging each other with team work. What I mostly liked about your poem is about how you and your group was riding the crashing waves in the cold morning. What did you like better, the butter bread pudding or the apple crumble? You have done really good work.
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