The Campfire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is personal to me becuase it is about an experience I am remembering from camp. I attend a adult camp at Bradford Woods for adults with physical disabilities. I truly love camp! I am a totally different person there. The last time I was there I climbed a 40 ft. wall tower and swam across the 110 acre lake, it was a huge goal because I have had a fear ok open water since I was young. It took the staff over an hour to get me in the water but, I did it!

The night was, oh so dark,
As we sat around the campfire,
On that chilly night.
Only the glow of the fire,
Red, orange, and yellow.
Giving a glimpse of friends sitting round,
As we added more logs to make the fire last.
We spoke to one another about our day’s achievements, and sang a few ditties to keep ourselves awake.
I stared into the fire getting lost in thought,
Looking at it’s beauty each color of light.
We all begged to make S’mores,
One of my favorite campfire treats!
We sit there talking and laughing as the night grows colder,
And the fire slowly starts to die out,
And at last we all start to retire to our beds one by one,
On that cold, campfire night!

Submitted: November 02, 2011

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