The stars surround you,The camfire smoking like a chimney.
Breathing in the cool fresh hair,
HOO HOO HOO, You hear the owls
but, everything else, Silent.
The bugs fly around
and the marshmellows toast.
It burns and melts,
and I laugh the most.
As I go to bed,
I say Good night to the stars above.
- C.D
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