The Camping
Trip by: Lauren Jernberg
The sun rose over
The mountains waking
Me form a joyous sleep.
Up before the birds,
I hop out of the tent.
There is a fire ablaze.
The smell of food
Hanging In the air.
Half asleep I walk
To the fire and
I sit in its warmth.
I remember the day
Before and how we
Climbed the mountain with
Care. Stopping when needed
Keeping a steady
Pace. We got to a
Spot where we set up
Camp. Now we get ready.
With the day before
Us, we hike.
Up to the top
Where it is all clear.
We breath in our
Surroundings . The trees
Go for miles and
You can see other
Mountains waiting for
You. The air thick with
Flowers. I love camping.
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