summer camp

i miss summer camp.

i miss the pines

and the deer that hid

among them.

i miss the sunsets,

somehow ever so much

more beautiful

than any of the ones back home.

i miss singing old bluesy songs

to the quiet 

strumming of a guitar.

i miss the grumpy sheep

and the goat kid, finn, 

who is probably all grown now.

i miss playing 

capture the flag and

reading during siesta.

i miss being told stories

late at night by mr. chris.

i miss adventuring

and exploring

inside the big house

with all its interesting relics.

i miss being able to eat 

at lunch without

anyone looking at me weirdly.

i miss staring into

your green eyes by starlight.

i miss summer camp.