Camping At East Coast

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


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