A bivouac shelter for Mr Ataera

                 Bivouac Shelter for Mr Ataera                                        

By Liv

It was a long first day, time seeming to drag on forever. We were still recovering from what seemed like the nine hour tramp when a surprise guest arrived.  We were all very excited when Mr Ataera appeared from out of the car.

Not long after he arrived, he decided he would take me, Zoe, Eleanor, Zech, Finn, Angus and Charlotte out on a challenge to make him a bivouac shelter to sleep in. At first I didn’t actually think he was going to sleep in it.

It got darker and darker and Mr Ataera’s bivouac shelter was still not finished...

Thank you for coming on camp with us Mr Ataera! We really enjoyed it.

                                                                                                ~ From Room 20

Night Line

By Josh

In pitch darkness I walked up a hill, through the trees . My only guidance was a rope, twisting and turning into the black. I couldn’t see. Ahead of me was unknown, behind me unseeable smashed branches and to my left and to my right danger. And then the rope was gone, my fingers were left hanging in thin air and I was alone stuck in the wild, grasping for the rope, my only hope.

~Josh

Nightline

By Livvy

Night,

Has been painting again

All colour

Has gone

The familiar

Is now unfamiliar

The world around

Me

Is now splattered

In an inky black coat

I have to fumble

And touch

And listen

Sight, you see

Has completely deserted me

I clasp the rope tightly

My only assistance

- Lose it

And I’m lost forever

I can’t go on

I must go on

Keep stumbling

And feeling

I pull

I push

Brush branches from my eyes

Now night is resting

Sprawled flat above us

He is tired you see

Painting is so hard

I glance up at him

His cloak is covered in tiny holes

Little pricks of light are peeping through

He is helping me climb

I can faintly glimpse

My surroundings

My hands are sore and scratched

Must get to the top

Does this rope ever end?

I need to see

Something

Anything

I’ve done it!

I am here!

I’ve finished!

The rope trails away

Back down through the bush

Now I can see night at his fullest

The roof of trees has parted

His cloak is stained and smudgy

He has been very busy

And though all I’m seeing is

Merely,

A tatty old cloak

It takes my breath away

                                                           ~Livvy