it's early in the morning and I smell the campfire
I hear the river flowing
I exhale whispering
“I love camping”
It is almost noon
I make myself some lunch and leave for a hike
I spot flowers and smell them
I get tired and decide to cheat
I go through some bushes
I find a nice hill and eat lunch
It starts to rain
I am all dried off as I start to notice
My arms are all red
And I feel the need to itch them.
Poison ivy…
*sigh*
Going through those bushes
Was a rash decision
I hate camping
About the Creator
Dried mango
Hey I am a 15 year old high school student just writing poetry as a hobby. I find poems as a way to express myself. But don't always have time to wite them with school and life. But uh I really apreciet the support, and have a good day!
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