Camping at Home

Their was a crisp clean sound of a crackling fire
as I watched my mom throw twigs into its blaze
I heard the chirping crickets
as I gazed into the nights starry sky
We roasted our hotdogs and burned our sticky smores on
its fiery flames
as we stared at it with such content.
I laid down inside our tent and gazed up at the stars once again
until I felt darkness consume me and fell asleep.

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