Camp Buck Horn

I sat in the corner of my cabin,

My rocking chair squeaking back and forth.

I stared out the window at the mountain tops,

watching the water on the lake freeze,

and the people laugh and fellowship with one another.

I heard bugs buzzing, leaves crunching as people pass

and the tree tops blowing in the wind.

I slowly got up.

I opened the door and headed towards the smell of bacon, eggs, biscuits, and grits.

Lake water and peach body wash wafted from the hot muggy showers.

By: Kelbie Bowman