crackling air
her eyes
catch fire
Coral Nelson |
crackling fire
huddling for warmth
never closer
Emily Edwards |
Gaia wraps her arms tightly
her child grows
ever colder
Nissi Bamgboye |
morning birds chirps
soft dew
covers my tent
Natalie Brodsky |
crackling fire
huddling for warmth
never closer |
morning birds chirps
soft dew
covers my tent |
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morning birds chirps
soft dew
covers my tent
top
quarter champion |
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TOP half Chamption
sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories
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bottom
quarter champion
sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories
|
campout rain stops
first the crickets
then tree frogs
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sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories
|
campout rain stops
first the crickets
then tree frogs
Randy Brooks |
cricket chorus
snap . . . I step
on a stick
Emily Edwards |
sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories
Hannah Swan |
the familiar crunch
bicycle tires on gravel
annual camping trip
Amanda Spotts |
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TOP
half champion
sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories
|
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CHAMPION
sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories
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flicker, crackle, pop
my once white marshmallow
now charred
BOTTOM
half champion |
soaked marshmallows
damp wood
only smoke
Amanda Spotts |
flicker, crackle, pop
my once white marshmallow
now charred
Natalie Brodsky |
fire burns bright
tents all set up
stars shining above
Grace Felz |
wrapped up in a blanket
sleeping under
a sky full of stars
Hannah Swan |
flicker, crackle, pop
my once white marshmallow
now charred |
wrapped up in a blanket
sleeping under
a sky full of stars |
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flicker, crackle, pop
my once white marshmallow
now charred
bottom champion |
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© 2025, Randy Brooks • Millikin University. All rights returned to authors upon publication.
crackling air
her eyes
catch fire
Coral Nelson |
crackling fire
huddling for warmth
never closer
Emily Edwards
I love this haiku. We all have this exact memory of being around a fire with friends, creating bonds closer than ever. We are so close to keeping the heat as we share secrets across the fire. Truly some of the best memories. Bella Griffiths, Fall 2025 |
Gaia wraps her arms tightly
her child grows
ever colder
Nissi Bamgboye |
morning birds chirps
soft dew
covers my tent
Natalie Brodsky |
campout rain stops
first the crickets
then tree frogs
Randy Brooks |
cricket chorus
snap . . . I step
on a stick
Emily Edwards |
sunset
we find the flashlight
for ghost stories
Hannah Swan
This was my favorite camping haiku because it implies that there is tradition when it comes to camping or being outdoors. The people in this haiku are excited for the sun to go down so that they can tell or listen to ghost stories. I also really liked the imagery I was able to associate with the word “sunset.” I love when the sky is different colors, and I have tons of photos on my phone. I especially love sharing these pictures with my mom and brother who also like the sunset pictures. I think it brings us together without even being near each other, and that relates to the community aspect of not only camping but haiku in general. Nicole Wells, Fall 2025 |
the familiar crunch
bicycle tires on gravel
annual camping trip
Amanda Spotts |
soaked marshmallows
damp wood
only smoke
Amanda Spotts |
flicker, crackle, pop
my once white marshmallow
now charred
Natalie Brodsky |
fire burns bright
tents all set up
stars shining above
Grace Felz |
wrapped up in a blanket
sleeping under
a sky full of stars
Hannah Swan
I liked this haiku because it reminds me of when I used to go camping as a kid. I absolutely hated the act of camping itself, but I absolutely LOVED sleeping in a tent. Being able to look out my tent, see the trees' silhouettes, seeing the stars, and hearing the crickets are one of my favorite ambiences. While reading, I am immediately placed back to that familiar memory. All five senses are engaged, which I really enjoyed. Natalie Brodsky, Fall 2025 |
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