Saturday, April 27, 2013


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 13th 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.

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