Smack Crackle Pop
Smack crackle pop The fire was throwing herself
She would smoulder occasionally into grey
Then revive herself with orange flame shoots,
delighting me and the other kids.
These kids were pretty much strangers to me.
I was re-thinking my decision
to tag along with my cousins, who were wearing
unusual faces in the shadows of the fire.
A loud popping sound came from behind. "Was that a gun?"
Some of us laughed nervously. Probably a deer walking in the woods,
A camp counselor suggested. Sure....
The tents were starting to look maniacally mean
Same time next year?
My cousin whispered into my ear. I sat mesmerized,
staring at the campsite that always brings me home.
Of course! I whispered back. This was only my thirteenth
year at Lake Red Haw. Why would I change any of this?
An owl hooted a friendly hello.
And I smiled.
Knowing I would take this memory to heaven.
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