I am…
I am…
dusty shelves and musty smells of old books in the library.
exciting adventures and suspenseful mysteries played by brave knights and boy detectives.
the slow loading and bright screen of a phone on the internet.
half finished stories and untold plots of ideas yet to be explored.
never finished stories and abandoned ideas of fanfiction writers.
I am…
key lime pie and ice cream, cherries and pork, bacon and roasted potatoes.
large, fluffy dogs and lithe tigers, majestic eagles and sinuous snakes.
blazing campfires and flaming marshmallows, camp stories and ridiculous skits, singing in the mess hall and throwing the leaders in the pool.
bright screens and familiar buttons, blocky cartridges and shiny discs, vibrating controllers and long loading screens.
breaking lead, many colors, and thick dry paper waiting to come alive with lines and color.
I am…
cherry dump cake baked at night over a bed of hot coals, homemade ice cream chilling the heat, and cans of soda fizzing when opened.
stories of the older guys who already went through the challenges, celebrations when the newest guys get back, exchanging stories of the funny moments of your years at camp.
whistling winds, pounding rain, crashing thunder following flashing lightning, sleepless nights when tornadoes strike.
stifling heat, not enough water, hot dry breezes, cicadas buzzing, falling asleep with the spiders by your face, waking up with a racoon on your chest.
forest hiking, skunk on the path, no running, gnat attack, feeding turtles half dead bugs, and roadkill food.
time with friends, summer camp blues, getting cards and I miss yous, hanging out in the sun, that’s what I do for fun.
Excellent, David! I love all the rich, specific details you included, especially in the section about camping, like "waking up with a raccoon on your chest!" : ) I love the smell of old books and will always associate the smell with the little library in Cassville I visited with my mom and sisters weekly when I was growing up. Thanks for sharing some of yourself here!
ReplyDeletefunny thing is, when I lived in Kansas City, my Boy Scout troop had that happen a year or two before I joined. One of the guys had fallen asleep after having eaten a snake, and he woke up in the middle of the night to a raccoon sitting on his chest eating the crumbs!
DeleteHe ate a snake. Where'd the crumbs come from?
Deleteyeah yeah, I meant snack, computers can be stupid sometimes.
DeleteI love Bacon to! And I'm also a Boy Scout!
ReplyDeleteI thought your poem was interesting and I love the specific details you put in for example my favorite was " stifling heat, not enough water, hot dry breezes, cicadas buzzing, falling asleep with the spiders by your face, waking up with a raccoon on your chest."
ReplyDeleteAnd all those things were true for Scout Camp.
DeleteI liked the part about the campfires cause I love them and I also go to camp as well!!
ReplyDeleteHey! I love key lime pie as well. Thank you for sharing about you. I can totally relate to you when you mentioned art.
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