Ode+to+a+Crazy+Creek+Chair

 Ode to A Crazy Creek Chair Hilit J. media type="custom" key="730385" Dancing to the music,  The frayed chair balances on the cabin’s damp-weathered floor. Bubblegum pink toenails dangle Over the top of my faded, blue crazy creek. I close my eyes and Breathe in the sweet, summer heat. Memories of the past Flash through my mind. Campouts, Sitting around the smoky, orange bonfire. Each bubbly, young girl rocking, And talking. Back and forth, back and forth, In their faded, blue crazy creek. Memories of us, The cabin that always sticks together.  As we gaze up at the stars, Our seats laid out flat; I soak in the joy and comfort my crazy creek has provided me. The patches of caked on dirt, And stains of spilled food Remind me of the magical moments my crazy creek holds. Messages scribbled in black, smelly ink Fill the front of my chair. “I love you” they announce. The weight from my body shapes the chair. It is almost custom made For me To sit in. For me to enjoy. For me to bring along, Through the journeys of camp. As the two pieces of sturdy foam Connect in a line, The seam holds a story. A story like the ones little kids listen to before bed. About the fairies and princesses, and the adventures they discover. I sit here in my chair, Year after year; With my own story, A new tale eager to be shared.