Camp Poem

In front of me I see more colourful kayaks splashing water in to other people’s kayaks.

In the distance I see waves smashing in to the mossy rocks.

Above me I see the clouds drifting along the blue shiny sky.

Under me I see the water moving around and sparkling to me.

I can hear people yelling and the paddles sliding into the water.

In the distance I hear the waves curling in to another’s kayaks

I can feel the smooth tape sliding along my palm

I can taste cold wind as it freezes my throat

I feel the blue tape as it slides in and out of my numb hands.

FROM BRAD