I am learning to write different types of recounts. This poem is about my Lake Daniells trip for our William pike.
It was a long treacherous walk to the sitzfleisch
I, and my crew had lots to talk about
We sang with our native feathered friends…
Our shoes weathered
As time passed we made it to our destination
I heard the vibration of my cleats on the deck
One look inside and I knew we were in for a treat
We headed down to the loch
The lake floor
Was rocky against my feet
We scared the mystic Karmi
With the slimiest offshoots
Ducking under the harbor
We flinged the slingiest slingshots
To see who was the Robin Hood of the crew
We had our meals
And went down to see the eels
We went for an evening walk
We shared scary stories of people being stalked
We enjoyed the stories it was fun
Until it came time for them to be undone
We were told that there’s a man
That goes through our packs
We were oh so scared
That we headed back to hut
Morning arose
And. we. went. back. home.