A Slice of Camp

clinging

it was a place of terror

          hanging ropes

breezy wind

           clipping carabiners

classmates pulling, dragging, struggling

          me hooking my harness 

   looking up ready to climb - clinging tight     

          climbing horseshoes

   wishing for good luck        

          shaking and shivering

  climbing to the top

         stretching my arms out as far as

I could to get the waving rope

stepped on the sliver horseshoe

                   going

                                down

                                             down

                                                         down

I got to the bottom

I conquered

         my fear

                                                                   by Olivia C

Camp

It was a place of pandemonium

struggling class mates

and silver metal

                                R

                                     U

                                        N

                                            G

                                                S

piwakawaka fleeting so high

among all the classmates

 

roaming to put on the rappel device

jumping off the pine tree

at last I have jumped off the pine tree

like a wood pigeon

now I have finished my amazing pilgrimage    

around the encampment

so I have come back to my residence

  by Mark G 

Raft building 

    

The wet raft building

It was a place of making

Pulling sticks

The solid rocks just sitting there

The wood looking at us not talking

The water is screaming          don’t come in

The helmets are going to have fun

The mountains are cold

Like a rain drop sweating down the cliff     

Land falling from the mountains

We tie the ropes and sticks together

slippery and slimy

the rocks are staring at me trying to get me to cut my nose

So we drag it down

STOP.

It’s dragging

Pick it up

We go out and we jump in

Sweating

   Shouting

       Tipping

           Screaming

                 Falling... OUCH!

by Mitchell

darkness

it was a place of darkness

                        flying ropes

and giant spiders

steel carabinas

wind wafting

class-mates encouraging

fantails singing

sun missing

trees fluttering

leaves tumbling

I am a spider abseiling down the tree

the nightmare is over

I get down the tree and I stop shivering

the darkness is over

abseiling

by Haoyu

MY VISION OF CAMP

It was a place of challenges

people shivering

students splashing, racing around me

cold water against my face

The heavy spray jacket pulled me up

paddling at full speed

going under the wharf

                it was cold like the freezer at home

As oars touched the water

a splash on your face

Look up                flying birds            above the boats

looking down thinking   

                                                any fish in the water?

paddling as fast as cars

we finished kayaking

we won the race

by Gabriella

Paula Green loved our camp poems so much, she has posted a few of them on her blog, check it out: Poetry Box - Russley School poems