Here is a little Outdoor Poetry to tide you over until our next picture update. Brought to you by our class press secretary, Ayeisha Haswarey.
Over The Dunes,
Under The Waves
Where colors swarm,
and bright orange plays,
lady's fans flap
with rhythmic sways,
and coral sits
like towers of clay.
The coral reef thrives
like pretty fish hives,
untouched by the things
living outside.
But soon the things come
"Pretty," they say.
"But only observe,
or this reef will fray.
And if that happens,
the colors won't play,
Over The Dunes,
Under The Waves."
Here is a video montage of some campfire songs so far...
Over The Dunes,
Under The Waves
Where colors swarm,
and bright orange plays,
lady's fans flap
with rhythmic sways,
and coral sits
like towers of clay.
The coral reef thrives
like pretty fish hives,
untouched by the things
living outside.
But soon the things come
"Pretty," they say.
"But only observe,
or this reef will fray.
And if that happens,
the colors won't play,
Over The Dunes,
Under The Waves."
Here is a video montage of some campfire songs so far...