Camp poem

Woodend Camp

From the climbing wall

 I can see ...

My rope team pulling with all their might,

Leaves blowing  by in the wind,

Kids moving up and down struggling to climb.

From the climbing wall

 I can feel...

The icy, cold wind seeping through my teeth as I inhale,

My bones aching, shivering, shaking, trying to create warmth,

My stomach rumbling for food and my ears frozen in dreadful pain.

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