Monday, 31 March 2014

Living Springs camp chain poem

Living Springs camp,new experiences.
Perched high on a grassy hill,the monorail watches Living Springs.
The rail of steel bends holding the weight.
With a speed of lightning.
And a very heavy force like a plane.
Minor friction on the trail.
Slowing near the end.
Screech after being pushed on the end zone.
Again!everyone yells
The carts are as heavy as a rhino.

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