Camp senses poem

The cold, shiny sand flying into my short,

tiny legs.

The sizzling, burning sausages cooking on the barbeque.

My big, shiny ‘shree’ fish slamming and

snapping on the shore.

The salty, slimy fish sliding down my throat.

The nice, hot milo flowing down to

my stomach.

Thornton Beach is a cool paradise.

Brad