Camping

Poem By Jordan Davis

The running water of the river is putting me to sleep
The promise of staying awake until dinner is hard for me to keep
My dog is resting peacefully beside my folding chair
In this place for camping I do not have a care
The fire's crackling noisely but aids in my hypnotic rest
Then I fall fast asleep, my last thought, 'Camping is the best.'

Comments about Camping

I Love this poem...Yes camping is the Best! I like the title because i love to camp and so it made me want to read it...Also great imagery, I felt I was there...and wished I were camping now! Great poem, short and simple but very well written. Keep up the good work, =Shelley=


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