Britni Hart


The Great Outdoors


The great outdoors,
The fresh cold air,
The smell of wood burning,
The sheet joy of friends in company.

I love all these thing.

Looking up at the stars on a clear nigh
To hear an owl hooting at a great hight
All of these things are such a god sight.

Look all around you,
What can you see?
The woods?
The pond?
The Lake?
What?

What are you doing when you
see,
feel,
hear
these things?

Camping.
That's what you are doing.

Submitted: Friday, August 22, 2008

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