Beautiful Campsite

• Isaac O'Brien, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2015

WOW! I see the green trees and the yellow daisies. I see through the water at the bottom of the mountain. I feel the grass on my feet when I warm my hands on the fire. I hear the wind rustling the leaves on the tree. This place makes me feel happy.
I see the birds flying peacefully in the sky. I see the turtles splashing their flippers in the water. I see the lovely snow capped mountains. I see the white, fluffy clouds that look like pillows. It makes me feel warm inside.
I can hear the birds chirping and flapping their wings. It sounds like a melody. I can hear the water rushing downstream. I can hear the blaze of the campfire as I sit next to it. I can hear the wind blowing on my face. I feel like I could grow wings and fly away with them.
I feel the hot sun on my face as I run around playing. I feel the grass rubbing on my legs when I walk towards the water. As I step in, I feel the cold water rushing past my feet. When I walk around in the water, I feel the fish tickling my legs. It makes me smile and laugh to myself.
As I walk around the campsite, I feel so sad. I am leaving all the friends I made, like the turtles, fish and the birds. I wish I could stay here. I wave goodbye as I watch us slowly move away in the car. I hope I can come back another time.