30th June 2017

Creative Writing

Camp Waiora Scout camp. Day and night

The warmth of the sun above me warms my face, the grass runs through my toes like silk. A small breeze blows past me and fresh pine fills my lungs. All around me pine trees stand twenty stories tall. Birds tweeting surrounds me. A flock of birds soar past me, then beyond them is the clear blue sky, so bright like the sky is glowing. Then there is a loud splash from the river, there are people jumping off the small wooden bridge into the deep blue stream. As I walk up the hill to the  So many sights, sounds, smells, feelings to process.  As I walk up the gravel to the cabins where we are staying, I open the glass double doors, I walk into the hall, the sound of my shoes echo through the hall. I look to my left and I see the kitchen where my mum and other women are cooking our food for lunch. The smell of baking and fresh fruit fill the air. The sound of people laughing. Then a bell loud rings, and everyone in the camp piles into the hall, and line up into lines, the music starts to play and we all start to sing. 

Then after we have finished singing everyone scatters like mice outside, and everyone goes and get their shoes on, and go for a walk. We walk down the gravel road down the hill and standing in front of us there is tall long light brown grass we walk through the grass I look up and see the bright blue sky. 

The warmth of the crackling fire in front of me warms my face, the feeling of twigs and stones pressing against my feet. The smokiness from the the fire fills my lungs. The crackling fire, and people laughing around me, makes me feel relaxed. All around me their is nothing but black, except for the one orange glow from the fire. I look up I see the embers from the fire float up into the sky, like bubbles. The sound of the river calms me. So many sights, sounds, smells, feelings to process. As I walk up the gravel with torches everywhere to the cabins where we are staying, I open the glass double doors, I walk into the hall, the sound of my shoes echo through the hall. I look to my right and I see the kitchen where my mum and other women are cooking our food for dinner, I look to my left and I see a stage with a whole band set up. The whole place is completely wooden. The smell of lamb stew fill the air. The sound of people laughing. Then a bell loud rings, and everyone in the camp piles into the hall, and line up into lines, the music starts to play and we all start to sing.

After we finish singing everyone scatters to set up the tables for dinner, the dragging of the table against the floor, send shivers down my spine. After we have set up all of the tables and we have our cutlery, my mum and the other women who were cooking brought out our food. I look down the table at thirty people the lines of people looked like it went for miles. I take a deep breath and the smell of lamb and potatoes makes my mouth water, and I dig into my food. As I am eating my food, the sound of laughing and singing is going on.

After dinner, and everyone has done their dishes. We all sit on the on the waxed wooden floor all sit around in a circle drinking hot chocolate, the feeling of hot chocolate falls down my throat like silk. Then it is time for bed. 

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