As warm fires remain aglow.
Smokey musk fills the night's cold air;
As scaling pines and dreary oaks,
Leave haunting shadows below.
Strong is the desire to live it all again.
As the days faintly echo in my mind,
I don't want to leave the past behind.
So, this poem was inspired by the time when my family and I went camping a few weeks ago.
It. Was. Amazing!
An English assignment of mine was to write a poem about a favorite place, and use imagery.
All sorts of feedback is greatly appreciated!
