Camp poem

As I looked at the piles of clothes scatted across the sandy floor finally found my hat. We were all sitting around on of the beds giggling until our tummy’s hurt.  The bell rang “oh no “we all ran out into the gleaning hot sun. I could smell sun block in the salty air. Everyone was whispering madly “press up position” thundered Whaea Liana. Guess where I was.
By Rebecca