Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Sarah

My Favorite Place

Camp
my favorite place
my get-away
my life
Camp
We go there in the summer
to wakeboard
to relax
to have fun
Camp

My camp is on
Watchic Lake
with a field
that stretches all the way to the road
with the smell of pine-needles
and sap everywhere you go
with fun around every corner

The color the ocean turns when a storm
is about to hit
is the color of my camp
with a porch across the front
two stories high
and a dock with our
boat-
that we couldn't live without

The setting sun
The fish
The gardens
The beauties of my camp
The things I look forward to seeing

When the water is
smooth we go wakeboarding
kneeboarding
skiing
surfing
When the water is rough we go tubing
jet-skiing
And when the water is in between we go swimming
Listen
You can hear the waves
breaking
against the rocksthe boats speeding by
the birds chirping in the trees
that cover the lake like
a canopy
Look
You can see the islands
the swamp
the wildlife
Touch
You can feel the soft grass
under your feet
the wind blowing from across the lake
the sun beating down on your skin
Smell
The scent of the musty swamp
the trees
the outdoors
Enjoy
You can relish the water sports
the games
But most of all
the
FUN

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sarah I really liked your poem because of your details your camp sounds like a great place

from Lillian.

Anonymous said...

Sarah, your poem was very creative. I could really picture the place. Sounds like a good camp. -Tai

Live Gently said...

Beautiful poem Sarah - your choice of words really captured the spirit of your camp - I felt like I was there! Well done!

Colleen Jones-Turner - aka - Morrigan's Mom

Anonymous said...

Sarah I can really picture your camp in my mind from the excellent descriptions you used.I ecspecially like when you said that the color of your camp is the color of the ocean when a storm is about to hit.You did a very good job Sarah.
Jema

Anonymous said...

Sarah I liked the way you described your camp and the lake. The way you described it, it was like I was there watching. -Casie H.

Anonymous said...

Dear Sarah,
GREAT POEM! I really think you put a lot of effort into that work of art!
It is capturing and very dicriptive VERY WELL DONE!!!!
REALLY GOOD POEM
From,
Trenton

Anonymous said...

I really liked how you described the oceans color before a storm hits it was such a good description that I could see it in my head.

-Sophie

Anonymous said...

I can think of the stormy ocean color. where is Watchic Lake?
Kevin

Anonymous said...

dear Sarah I like your first paragraph I like how it starts out the poem I also like how you repeated "camp." I like how you used such descriptive words like musty or chirping. The end was awesome I wish you never ended it.

SEAN WYMAN

Anonymous said...

This is a very creative poem! I'd like to go there sometime!




Milos

Anonymous said...

Sarah.........
That was FANTABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My favorite part is when you started to talk about the senses it really told me exactly what your camp was like. I think I am going to hide in your suit-case the next time you go so I can come too.

- Morrigan :)

Anonymous said...

Wow, so many descriptive things to comment on well I liked how you mentioned all the things you do their with your family. quite a poem I LOVE IT!

Gabriel =D

Anonymous said...

I like how descriptive your poem was, I also like how long it was.
Kyle

Anonymous said...

Dear Sarah,
The way you wrote this poem was just FUN-tastic!!! You wrote this just like Maria Testa would have.
When you used your senses it made me feel like I was there with you. Your similie "You can hear the waves breaking against the rocks the boats speeding by the birds chirping in the trees that cover the lake like a canopy" is very brilliant and descriptive. Your camp really dose sound beautiful.
Sincerely,
Samantha :~]