Camp Poem

I hear the lapping tide reflecting the scorching sun
In the distance I see the dark green looming shadow of the collossal mountain
Above me is a lonely azure blue sky
I sit on rough grass sprinkled with sand
I hear the annoying sound of Olivia talking
I see a little boat serenely drifting on the lake
I feel the pesty sand flies biting my legs
I smell lake water and fresh air
Cold, Alone, Peaceful