A kiwi camp is listening to the endless voices at night.

A kiwi camp is whining about your feet the whole way to the museum.

Being at a kiwi camp is giving everything a go.

It’s feeling so scared that you want to cry on the Burma trail.

A kiwi camp is celebrating after you get a bulls-eye.

Its listening to the screams while you’re waiting in line.

Its tasting the salty water run down your throat.

A kiwi camp is whining that you don’t like mince.

Its surviving going down the slide. 

A kiwi camp eating delicious salad with your burger.    

Hope