Morning Impressions

Morning Impressions

A Chapter by Debbie Barry

Written in the summer between 11th and 12th grades, on the way to camp, a poem of riding in a van.


Morning Impressions


July 13, 1986

Swish, swish,
The wiper blades -
The raindrops fall
To be swept away.

Swish, swish,
The cars go by -
The wind rushes
On the highway.

Gray sky,
Gray air,
Gray day -
We're almost there.

High hills,
Camp awaits
To grant my fill.

New me,
New day,
New hopes
For a bright day.

Swish, swish,
The rush of air -
A few more hours,
I'll be there.

For LtCol. Moors with daughterly affection bordering so near to love as to be indistinguishable. Thank you for everything you have taught me or done for me.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 17. Initial reactions appreciated.

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Added on November 8, 2017
Last Updated on November 8, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, camp, summer, civil air patrol, underhill firing range

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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..