Whyalla, South Australia
Day 89 -5th October - Ceduna to Whyalla
Poem by Olivia and Matilda .
Driving to Whyalla is all we do
We sound like animals in the zoo
Finally we arrive at the camp
The ground is wet, the grass is damp .
Matilda and I head to play
Mini golf for the rest of the day
Trying to get the ball in is really hard
Oh no we forgot the mini golf card
'Let's go it's getting cold'
'No! I'm playing like gold' .
A traveling sales man was not daft
He was the one that ...