Memoir poem

The Forest usual enough. There were massive trees, wet bushes, wooden steps, green leaves, rough gravel, slimy mud, a flowing creek.

Mum, Dad and I did what families do. We laughed, climbed, puffed, spied, rested, persevered, and enjoyed the view.

We did nothing important.   

The beach was usual enough, it had massive slippery boulders, golden burning sand, shiny blue glimmering water, steep grassy hills, wet bushes, and a deserted mysterious shack.

My cousins, my friends and I did what boys do best. We caught crabs, we rolled down hills, stood on hot sand, climbed through bushes, swam in water slipped down boulders.

Doing nothing important.