Completely exhausted from the ramblings of a 5-year-old boy, who is always on the go, I melt into my favorite blue lawn-chair and I listen to the birds sing their love song to me as it pours from the heavens. What are they singing? Are they groaning their daily doings? Perhaps their shopping list? Their recipe for dinner? Their list of errands? Are they discussing my ramshackle little dingy white two-bedroom apartment with its quaint back porch that sports a handmade nuts and bolts rusty iron owl that I placed there with so much pride?
My first writing for camp! This was a two-minute free write describing a very specific place. Mine was my back porch. Enjoy!