When I went mountain hiking
I was thirteen with my brother and uncle
It was raining and quite cold
My back ached under the weight of necessary supplies

I was wearing my favorite baseball cap
And the sweatshirt
With the gaping hole in the back
I was prepared

We sauntered off the clean cut trail
Onto the rugged, wild path
We wandered down the slope
And up again
In serene silence
Staring at the world around us

The rushing water of the river to the right
The steep incline
To the depths below on the left
We staggered into the campsite
At the twenty-mile mark

The river passed by to the right
And logs surrounded the warm fire pit
We inhaled hot dogs for dinner that night
With hot, sweet, banana boats

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I am a sophomore at Avondale High School in Auburn Hills. I live with three siblings and my mom and dad. I play baseball and play euphonium in band. I wrote this poem about one of my favorite memories of hiking in the Smokey Mountains with my brother and uncle. It is one of my favorite memories and I decided I wanted to share it with others.