Ah, yes. I am far far behind in the going-ons of camp. I lost myself in my other camp job, which I openly admit was my fault for poor time management.
Regardless, I finished up today and I’m going to do a literal sprint to the finish. I’m embarrassed at how far behind I am, but I’m not a quitter.
So, first comes my audio work for week 5.
I decided to write a homophone poem.
There I stood in the tide, straight and bold as I peered beyond the waves
to see the buoys that lapped along the edge of the loch.
Ahead in the sea I sensed a lone ark, the seine hanging low, baited for prey.
The bow gazed forward in the night.
Behind me, a bare beach, barren not due to weather, but the hour.
My doused jeans were soaked as the tide rolled against my feet.
