Camp Half-Blood

by onlyoneperson

This is a peom i wrote for English class that ended up becoming about our favrite camp ever. Enjoy my randomness

My bonfire

Across the borders you can't really see
Down the hill to the strawberry fields
Near the white house that you past
Between the cabins that stand tall
Along the border were the monsters roam
Past the beach were a man sits fishing still as stone
Towards the loud off key notes
Behind the glow
Under the stars
Within the borders many hold dear.

A/N Alright so we were told to write a poem for English class and we were told that the poem had to take you somewhere. I'm almost finished with the Mark Of Athena and so that inspired me to write this poem. Hope you enjoyed!
I do not own camp half blood... i haven't even gone there... YET