Sunday, January 20, 2013

A Poem by Neelam Shah

Camping in the night.

By the whistling hallowing trees,

Blown by the subtle winds,

Stars shine ever so brightly across

The North sky.

The moon sneakily peeks in from the grey

Clouds, trying to shed his share of

Light onto the land.

Surrounded by the blazing fire on simple wood,

A group of friends partake in giggles,

Burn marshmallows, gather

Warmth and smiles on a chilly


Hours go by, the wolf howls,

The sounds of zips are heard

closing ever so quietly.

All is silent, only five blue

Tents are seen.

The camp side fire is blown out.
Neelam Shah is a second year International Relations with Media Cultural Studies student at Kingston University.
She is passionate about creative writing, Journalism, writing and research.
Her hobbies include blogging, reading, photography, traveling, volunteering, visiting museums and exhibitions and playing badminton.

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