After the 1st pre-camp of Trek Camp 05 held on last weekend, I wrote this so called poem - just for fun.....
Go Camping
On a date called September 10
I went camping with a younger gang
With 20 pounds of fat in my belly
Plus 30 pounds of weight on back
It¡¦s too harsh for a 40 no fit man
Crawling to the hill top like a snail
The view was beautiful and our bearing was clear
Fighting in the dense bush and greeted with our tiny friends that dressed green
The little fierce monsters sucking on you and force a quicker move
We saw Chek-kin in a distance with street lamps dim
Passing through the empty village that embraced by the orange sun
Our tents were set whilst we meet the welcome shower
Cook under the shelter made us departed from the water
The food was good and so did the mood
Ate happily by the rhythm of raindrops tangle
Chatting freely till deep night
Our stomach still felt full and alright
By the moment lay into the den the stars were twinkle behind the forging clouds
My body was sweaty and the room was tiny
With a minutes or so I started a dream with my family
Sweet air, good friends and out of cements ¡V are the return that push me once again