Voting & Competitions

Camp Stories

Hey guys
Go to the voting and Competitions page to vote for your favorite story.Blogger wont let me add a poll so to vote comment on the page saying the name of the person who wrote the story that you like.You can comment anonymous or with your name.When you comment it wont ask you to type those annoying jumbled up letters.You can vote once a day anymore than one vote a day from the same person will not be counted.

Thanks guys
Matt

Kayleigh

I am lying down in my shady tent,listening to the birds singing.The trees are rustling in the wind,the sun shining through the tent door.I can hear he stream flowing...

Siobhan

I put my feet in the cold streem.The breeze blowing on my hair.I hear the trees blowing,birds chirping and the water trickling down the stream in the summer breeze

Haylee

I was sitting on the grass listening to the trickling water running through the stream.I could smell the sunscreen that was sitting on my face.The birds were chirping a song while flying over the bushes.The wind was blowing the pine-cones off the pine-trees and i slowly closed my eyes as the hot sun burnt them.

Campbell

It was a scorching hot day in our camp field trip to otaki forks the rest of my group have gone on a hike.The water was trickling down the river,the wind blowing a slight breeze ,in the distance i could hear the lonely call of a hawk.I was lying down on the cold grass,the sun beating down on my skin.I drifted slowly into sleep.

Matt

It was a beautiful day.You could hear the water from the river rippling and the birds chirping in the distance.I was sitting on a rock by the river looking over at the campsite.I could smell the pine being lifted up and carried away in the wind.

Monica 

The icy water rushed through my toes, the smell of fresh grass flowed past my nose,the sun shon at my face like fire, the sharp wind  shot past me, I lay back on the soft grass as watched the cloud drift away while my eyes softly shut....

Thomas

My friends are walking through the bush surrounding our campground. The chirping birds and the blue sky is all I can see as the smell of pine fills my nostrils with delight.The sound of the stream fills theair as I lie on the silky grass humming my favourite song

Jared

I’m standing on the grass in my bear feet, its as soft as a pillow I cab hear the birds sing in the trees. The fish are jumping in the water, splashing water into my mouth it it tasted like plane fishy water the tent was open with its black and yellow colours shining in the light

Claudia

A slight breeze ruffles my hair. The sun shines down on my face,waming me. slowly I get up just in time to see a deer trotting away into the distance. Aftertaking off my shoes, I dip my feet into the cool, fresh water. Trees scattered round the hillside the shells scatter the beach. Taking my feet out I fall asleep on the soft green grass

Billy

It’s quiet to quiet my friends nust have gone kiking,typical them not waking me up. I get out of my sleeping bag slow as a slug I look out and smell the fresh air and listen to the trinkle from the stream  about four meters away. I splash water on my face,aaaaaaaa feels nice and cold a split second I hear a rustle in the bush its a cute little beaver , I give it some marshmellows from last night, it runs in the bush again with it sticking out of its moouth.Aaaaaaa nothing better than a morning in the wild