My Camp Senses Poem

The smooth soft surface of lake rotoma as we drive in.
The sweet hot aroma of the milo as it is poured into my cup.
The terrifying screams of the girls as they walk through the Burma trail.
The cold morning breeze as we do our fitness
The awesome scrumptious taste of the hotdog as it disappears in my stomach
I think I've just had the best camp ever.