The cool breeze rustles the yellowed newspaper clippings
Crisp cardboard boxes
Filled with memories
Hesitate on the dusty wooden desktop
The warm sunshine
Floods through the stained glass window
Your weary eyes sweep the room
Familiar faces fast forward through your mind
Lives forever changed
You rest your hand
On the tarnished brass door knob
Overcome by the wistful feeling
Of summer camp coming to an end
A satisfied smile crosses your face
As the door gently closes behind you
Gone fishing.