Camp Poem

 Camp Poem
In front of me I see sand and Lake Rotoma.

In the distance I see a beautiful Mountain range and a horizon.

Above me I see lovely clear sky.

Below me I see gritty green grass.

I can hear the whistling wind and waves pounding against the shore.

In the distance I can hear fantails humming an uplifting tune.

I smell cleansing morning air.

It makes me feel at home.       

Pounamu