School Camping Poem by Jodie Allen

School Camping



Sitting at the campfire,
Worn out by water fights,
Drenched and laughing,
Classmates grinning,
This is my best night!

After arriving we played rounders,
Orienteered (well, school is school)
Water fights a plenty.
Obvious that I rule!

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