School Camping - Poem by Jodie Allen
Sitting at the campfire,
Worn out by water fights,
Drenched and laughing,
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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