Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Camp poem

Sitting on rugged castle rock.
Squinting over the shimmering sea.
Waves smashing against jagged rocks.
Seagulls soaring over head screeching to one another.
A gental wind blowing in my hair.
Such a beautiful site.

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  1. TianauJune 21, 2011 at 2:49 PM

    What I like about my poem is that it has a lot of interesting vocabulary.

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