The following writing has been created on the students' return to school after the first week of camp. Students from 10E enjoyed a range of styles and descriptions with their poetry.

James Grice - Haiku

Full of summer sun

Chill of cold water on skin

Soothing sandfly bites

Nick Monaco 

Trees looming everywhere, making a canopy overhead,

Small bloomings of berries, all splotched white and red.

River water rushes to wherever it needs to be,

Twisting like a roller coaster under the lush, lavish trees.

Small campsites lit by flickering flames of a quickly made fire,

Orange flames dancing in the breeze, climbing higher and higher.

Cold night wrapped around us, bathing us in the icy air,

Climbing and diving and falling without care.

Waterfalls and rocky roads and biking and tramping,

Were our ways of travel to the place where we’re camping.

Screams of excitement, of fear, of fun, and of thrill,

Helping to develop and learn a new skill.

Marshmallows to roast long into the night,

Beneath the starry skies, such a beautiful sight.

All of us bonding over dinner around the flame,

Watching it’s pretty flickering; so dangerous, so tame.

A week's worth of effort, of learning skills pitching tents,

A week away from all the COVID, the wars, and events.

A week after coming we all were trying things like a champ,

A week in the Boyle, a great year ten camp.

Alex Dorman.

On the Tuesday so ever long ago

There was a harsh climate of fog and rain.

But despite all that we jumped into the cold abyss

Of the waterfall, well, it was sloshing into the water below.

Even though we were bundled up like a bear with its fur the water

stung as we jumped into it from above.