A Campfire Means Home

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Stayed the night at a KOA

Remember back when we were afraid 

Of the dark?


Wobbly tables and marshmallows 

“I can’t sleeps!” And headlamp glows

Light up memories so well.

The hand-me-down sleeping bags

And noisy nights that seem to drag

On, and on, and on.


The parties next door

And second hand ponds

Lunches from the middle seat

All these led me to believe 

A campfire means home.


But looking back, I wouldn’t change

One single thing

Worn out memories 

Like a faded pillowcase

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