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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