Paradise On Earth

• Ben Connolly, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

A 5 hour brawl with the car
Traveling down the inevitable, endless highways
Leading to our uncharted destination
A valley drenched, flooded and damned
Paradise on earth
As we pitch our portable home
Made of memories, late nights and cold mornings
We gaze into the water she smiles back
The fire dances in the breeze
As each piece of wood adds to the unique flame
A campfire isn’t made of wood, But of the people, the place and stories
As far as the eye can see, the greatest gift presents new opportunities
Each individual beam of light contributes to the mosaic.
The blanket of stars act as a gateway to the past
Founding unorthodox concepts about the unknown.
She comforts me, She is home.