Monday, 14 March 2016

Memoir of a special place

The camping ground was usual enough; it had
Bikes, tents, people, holiday homes, birds 
Chirping every now and then, and even a small playground 
I never went to.  My brothers, my friends and I 
Did what boys do - played running
Games, rode our bikes, swam, bounced on the big
Bouncy pillow, watched movies in the movie room.
Doing nothing important.


  1. You reminded me of when I went there

  2. Well done LAR you have done realy good 😀