camping

Over plains of ice, and swamps so slick,

 Across forests, and dessert so hot,

 To the top of the mountain there became a man the watchmen Zeke

That is the poem that dad made from our camping trip, we did the camping that me and Dad took for my 13^th birthday. we brought our swords for the fun of it.  the ice kept colapsing and i think it made dad nervous it was a tough day but we made it though.  We stayed on the top of the mountain for the night and walked home the next day.