Mr. Gerken says he has no more knuckle hair.
We laugh at this statement and watch the teachers make s'mores,
Enjoying our time in the great outdoors.
I look up and into the sky.
I see all the stars and let out a contented sigh.
There are so many of them--too many to count.
I am having tons of fun, without a doubt.
My voice sings up and into the air.
Here I can quietly sing, and no one will care.
I love to sing in the campfire's light.
It makes the light seem a little more bright.
The peaceful feeling soars up and into the sky,
Even as the fire begins to die.
The teachers and students try to take in the sight,
Before everything fades into deep night.