That Was Camp

In class, we wrote a poem about a memory that we had. The poem was based on another poem by someone else. Here is my version. That was camp Remember the icy cold river water as it splashed up onto our faces? Remember as we steered through the rapids and occasionally crash into a big rock? That was camp Remember the taste of the meals that the chefs cooked for us all? Remember the massive mountains across the other side of the river from the dining area? That was camp Remember all of the frustrating challenges that the parents and camp owners set up for us? Do you remember playing in the sun and enjoying ourselves all day long? That was camp By Lucas