September 10, 2014 The Camper

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
So I'm taking a creative writing class in school and this is one of the poems I wrote for an assignment (it was required to be an anaphora poem, so the repetition was, of course, necessary). Although a lot of school writing is generally fake or bs'd, I actually liked this one.

Submitted: December 05, 2014

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Submitted: December 05, 2014

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I miss it.

.

I miss the hour long car rides, singing songs, and grocery shopping.

I miss unloading bag after bag into the camper.

I miss sprinting to the river, heading straight for the dock.

I miss catching up with friends, I miss walking laps across the grounds.

I miss my metal home.

.

I miss the way too loud country music. I miss it playing from 10 AM to 3 AM.

I miss the funny accents and the greetings at every corner.

I miss the warm sun on my back, I miss canoeing down the river.

I miss my metal home.

.

I miss boating all day and I miss walking all night.

I miss watching the children grow up each year.

I miss my metal home.

.

I miss non existent curfews and I miss golf carting at high speeds.

I miss late night cornhole matches with an unfair advantage.

I miss watching the stars from the dock,

I miss talking about my biggest fears under the black night.

I miss 2 AM bonfires, I miss the sparklers, I miss fireworks

I miss my metal home

.

I miss sitting on the rocks, watching the waves.

I miss horror movie mornings and BBQ’ed lunches,

I miss free, sweet ice cream, free sandwiches, free, fizzy pop.

I miss my metal home.

.

I miss the screaming tornado sirens during storms,

I miss hail storms and I miss sweltering heat.

I miss the cold nights around the fire, I miss the smell of smoke in my clothes.

I miss my metal home.

.

I miss doing my homework on a tiny table.

I miss mornings as boring as math class, waiting for friends to wake up.

I miss the simple silence and the single street lamp at night.

I miss my metal home.


I miss it.


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