CAMPING POEM

It was that time of year again

Last weekend of 

Summer break,

You can feel the sun on your skin

My friends and family

All going to the same spot as we always do 

Same campground 

Same site number

Same people

The excitement running through my body

That one thing ill never get sick of 

All the kids running around

The smell of campfire and s’mores 

The sound of people splashing in the pool

Even though the pool is freezing cold

It still feels refreshing after being in the hot sun all day,

Throwing cornhole bags 

Eating ice cream

And riding our bikes

That's how you know you're camping

Even though fireworks are illegal

People find and get them anyway

Cause it is a holiday weekend

One year a tree caught fire 

But that's beside the point

Leaving is always the worst part 

It's an unfortunate reminder 

Back to my house