Days of childhood bring many
thoughts grieving loss and pain
remembering the last time
everything was going right
so far back its
almost out of sight
camping when we were
young was our escape from the mundane
a special weekend lost from the world
watching flames fly this way then that
going up north or south
it never mattered
it was an escape
time to be alone
relax everything was OK
no more stress
no pain
lost in the world
at peace with it
there was nobody
just me the stars and the flames at night
it always seemed like nothing could go wrong
though at times things had
it was so distant nothing seemed to matter
