(a form change poem with thanks to Bobbi Katz for “What Shall I Pack in the Box Marked ‘Summer’?)

 

I’m packing away camping.

I used to camp at lakes.

I love when the gooshy mud rubs on your feet.

I love the taste of ice cream.

I’m packing away the fresh hay bale smell.

I love seeing the green mountains.

It’s so pretty.

I love hearing the birds chirp in the morning.

Summer is fun,

But now it is fall.