In writing I have used a poem by James K. Baxter as a starting point to write my own holiday poem. I hope you like it.
Ryder’s James K Baxter Poem
The camping ground was usual enough
It had tents, caravans, bins, and even a beach of stones.
My family, and I did what campers do
Waiting for dad to make tea, swimming in the blue ocean, eating after waiting for dad to make the sausages
Waiting for dad to make tea, swimming in the blue ocean, eating after waiting for dad to make the sausages
Doing nothing important. 
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