We all went camping,
It was lots of fun.
Not just for me
But for everyone.
We waded in the river
And walked along the bank
Then I threw a twig in and guess what?
It sank!
The sun was shining brightly
Shooting off its beam
When Lorraine lost her flip-flop
And it floated down the stream.
She screamed and yelled
“What shall I do?
My mum will kill me
I’ve lost my shoe.”
I waded in, into the river
It was cold; I gave a shiver
I kept on going and reached the bank
Just as the wood I was standing on, sank!
I ran along the bank
Picked up a piece of tin
And when I came to the flip-flop,
I waded quickly in.
I tried to reach it with the tin
But it was far to short.
So I stood still to have a think.
“A piece of wood”, I thought.
Just then one floated past my feet
Out went my hand, “I’ve got it.”
My hand went out once more, and then,
“Hurray! Lorraine, I’ve got it!”
Yay! The flip-flop was saved
I wrote this poem when I was about 13, Lorraine was my cousin and it was a double family camping trip. The poem was an awful lot longer, but the written version was lost and this is the only section my memory managed to save.
Good memories, for certain.
Yes, for certain.
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