If I close my eyes
I can still see the flickering fire
The glistening lake

If I listen hard enough
I can still hear the songs
The laughter in the cabins

If I try hard enough
I can still taste the charred marshmallows
The stale chicken burgers

If I focus enough
I can still feel the rock of the canoe
The ice cold water

If I breathe deeply enough
I can still smell the smoke
The early morning dew on the grass

And if I wish hard enough,
Maybe I'll be able to go back.

- Anna Roy