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Victoria Sรกnchez
CAMPFIRE I set out my chair by the fire watching its smoke float into the clear sky. Trees engulf that sky. I can only see small streaks of light where I still sit near the warm fire, with the smoke. Birds fly to each other, in the peace of the afternoon. They chirp into the silence. Cicadas are in the grass around me. They rub their feet for a soft, and low humming sound. And the squirrels. Oh the squirrels, you can hear them, running around looking and looking for the perfect place to lay their acorn to rest for the upcoming winter. But here I am still next to the fire, with the smoke.
Orchard Park Middle School Grade 7
