My Camp is My Home

As I walk in, I see my Nonni making my favourite chocolate cake. As I look out the window, I see the trees moving like a sailboat at sea. As people are sitting and chatting in the living room, it reminds me of Thanksgiving dinner. As I walk down the hill, I hear the lake waves slapping at the shore. The flowers are blooming like the first day of spring. They open their petals and say hello to me. I smell the flowers my Nonni put in a vase, like a fresh breeze coming through the door. When I leave, my Nonni hugs me, it feels like happiness all around. When I walk into my trailer, it feels like a relief. It feels like home.