One piece of my work that I would really like to revise would be my poem, "Camping." This story is mostly about my family's annual camping trip to the Black Hills in the summer; but it is about the over all camping experience too.
Camping
Camping for fun
It is like a whole other world
The camp fires
Smell of burning marshmallows
Shining night stars that light up the sky with a glow
And the moon as bright and cheery as a really preppy cheerleader
Marshmallows
The ones that burned and fell off the flaming hot stick
Tastes as amazing as that rich juicy hamburger
Great over that flaming bomb fire
Fun under the sun
During bright, hot, sunny days
You can ride bikes past smelly outhouses
Or play some family fun game like Frisbee or washers
Relaxation
Just sitting there and not having to do anything at all
Or the feeling of sleeping in till noon on a Wednesday
Camping is what fun is
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