Yuraygir National Park. Photo by Lachlan Gibbs.
A poem about our camp
By Miel & Ajayip from Year 8
One sunny day we went on a bus, with only a little amount of fuss
Then we drove and drove and drove, until we came to a little cove
The cove was small and pretty round, and then you will never guess what we found
A bunch of kids all with big packs and they were munching on heaps of snacks
They were walking on the beach, and Lachie was there, trying to teach
He loves rocks all shapes and sizes, and whoever got the most won lots of prizes
In a campsite surrounded by a fence, we stopped to set up our tents
Then we grabbed our little pots and made pasta lots and lots
After that we cleaned and cleaned, and then we hopped in bed and dreamed
Of monsters, fairies and blisters too, ones that Sylphyn loved to chew
We woke up to the rising sun and grabbed our packs that weighed a ton
We got into a circle, said the verse, and then our shoulders did we nurse
Lachie’s lesson had begun and we found it kind of fun
They made us do the emu bob, because cleaning was our job
At last we left, got on the road, with our really heavy loads
We stopped to eat and have a swim, awhile before the light got dim
We walked through mud and were called liars, and our shoes were put near fires
We arrived or so we thought, Lachie's lies had we bought
We set up camp away from teachers, but they stuck to us like leeches
We tried to make dinner, just more pasta, but the daylight snuck away faster
We laid down a tarp to look at the stars, we’re all sick of muesli bars
As we talked we formed some piles, tired from walking so many miles
While we lay, Siobhan came by, just to have a chat and say hi
We said good night and went to bed, happy thoughts filled our heads
We woke up sad to leave, it was cold so we wore long sleeves
We headed off to the shop, to get fish and chips filled to the top
Elliot lay on the ground, as seagulls ate chips from all around
The bus came it was time to go, but we wrote this poem to let you know
About our trip which was so very fun, we’re so sad that it’s done.