Poetic memoir

Pohara was usual enough; it had 

People, tents, beach, seagulls 

And even big rocks 

I sometimes climbed on.  My cousin, my friends and I 

Did what girls do - biked around the camp, 

Enjoyed kids club all morning, jogged to the 

Beach, built sandcastles, wandered along 

The beach and played on my lilo. 

Doing nothing important.