Prone to Wander: Marshmallow Fingers
We went camping last weekend! There’s nothing like the fresh
mountain air, smell of campfire and little critters crawling around your
ankles to make you feel alive.
Raymond, the boys and I hiked up to the top of Pilot Mountain!
Of course, I had to write a poem. This poem is from the point of
view of…well, read it and guess :)
Through heavy summer heat
Holds the stuffed oozing graham cracker
As he licks the dripping chocolate
And sighs as he peers into the flames
His brother, around ten or so
Also munches on the gooey sweetness
Occasionally a teasing word
Causing his brother to shriek
And their parents to cringe.
I peered through the Oaks to glimpse
The family who could not see me.
Finally the sky blackened
with the occasional dreamy sigh.
It was my turn to come alive
But soon realized it was no use.
To the next sleeping family
And spilled sticky marshmallows