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My Favorite Place In The World


This place I love so dear to my heart

The air is filled with laughter

And the tree frogs cheerful banter

You smell the sweet hickory smoke

From the glowing embers of a campfire

That is so beautifully ablaze with all sorts of color

When you see the ghostly fog

Coming off the lake

When you look up towards the sky

You see it is bristling with life

Birds of all sorts are swooping and diving

Down to catch the little bugs hanging right above the lake

When you look down again a movement catches your eye

You look towards the lake just in time to see

 The huge sliver fish jump out and land back in the water with a SPLASH

You run down to the edge of the lake and stick your feet into the muck

And unearth little green fish no bigger than your finger

This is my favorite place in the world no matter what

This place I love so dear to my heart is Willow Tree Camp Ground

I could live here forever and ever

The End

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