Celi petted a beetle The water was clearer and not so high the second time The bigs ran the sluice and Libby too but we lost the raft Anne's tongue turned purple Me and Matt sat by the rekindled campfire for a while not saying anything The bugs are awesomely loud There was fog over the creek There was the pull of the current and the rushing sound of the rapids And I bet it's still doing that In the dark with nobody there And kids don't need your profundity; They know how to have fun And they know when they've had enough. Megan curled up on top of one of the refrigerators for a while; She's wearing Anne's sweatshirt Ben screams too much but he's OK too Just want to say thank you To the anonymous CCC guy Who laid THAT stone down in THAT part of the path that leads from tree to tree halfway up the hill from highway 143, Down the line of cabins to number 18. I wonder where that raft is now. (2016)