I remember being in the Adirondack Mountains
The way the stuffed pine pillows smelled
And how the campfire smoke filled the air
I remember the sweet corn-on-the-cob
Like a mountain of yellow kernels
The water's touch swimming around me
An oasis in a desert
I remember the island in the water
How the birds flew around it, landing on the rocks
Each time I recall this memory, I feel happy that I'll see it again soon,
Fire crackling as I'll sit by the campfire again.
This memory makes me happy and calm whenever I think about it.
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