By The Campfire
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Miranda Katos, Grade 4
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Poetry
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2020
The smell of hot chocolate
and marshmallows wafted past
me on a cold Winters night,
by the campfire
I clutched my warm mug
in my hands as I watched
the flickering flames dance
around me, by the campfire
I looked up to the sky
to see thousands of twinkling
stars shining far away...
as I sat by the campfire