Camp

Smoke rising into the horizon of 

The setting pink and purple painted sky

They gather around 

A fire 

Huddled in the middle of the 

Tallest grass field

Laughing 

Visiting 

Speaking of the nostalgia that brought them

All together

Stars blinded by

The sparkling fiery explosions

Laughter echoes through the valley

Engulfing the pine trees

Lining the rolling hills

And rocky courses

Nothing in the world

Could ever make me change my mind 

This is the one place

That feels like a dream