Hello everyone!
Today I have another poem to share with you all. It’s inspired by a faux-camping experience I had earlier in the school year with my friends, and I thought it would be a funny/interesting thing to write a poem about. Regardless of the background behind it, I hope you all can find something to relate to within the poem.
we pitched a tent as fast as we became friends; people say that these experiences bond you like nothing else can, i didn’t believe it until now. this tent is our friendship, we litter it with blankets and snacks and all the things that make life comfortable. we shower each other with compliments, it’s all about making ourselves comfortable. as we make a campfire and roast s’mores and do all these stereotypical “camping” trip things, i look across the fire and see your faces, smiles flickering along with the shadows. i realize i’ve never been camping with anyone else before. we watch the stars and talk about life, we laugh until 3 a.m. while eating dry cereal straight from the box. i feel like a kid again, i feel like it’s easy to be myself, i feel comfortable. i don’t care about being comfortable in the tent anymore, and i don’t care about having the perfect trip. with the perfect company, the destination no longer matters.
I hope you guys enjoyed this poem. Please feel free to leave feedback or suggestions for future poetry I share on here- even though I’ve been writing poetry for a while, I don’t claim to be an expert and I would love others’ input since you guys are the ones reading it 🙂
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 