The sun shines,
The bird sings.
A tent on the beach,
Fluttering in the wind.
I step out,
Basking in the sun’s golden rays.
A good night has passed,
The best in our camping history.
Little singing, not much talking,
Just the sound of wind and waves.
I think to myself,
This is one of the best camps ever.
LA’s drawing
Rebecca’s experience