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The Weekend Overnighter
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The Weekend Overnighter |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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The Weekend Overnighter Trying to recollect that specific reminiscence of a late dog day's night and an organized group of girls camping on old Pismo beach and all of the silly things we did it will not all come together here but by the Spirit of the Campfire I will try We were either aged 13 or 14 and that was number of us as well I was always the youngest so probably the most susceptible to anything said to believe it as true how the parents/guardians must have laughed at us and let us alone enough to create our own visions what do I recall of that weekend? Digging for clams a saturated, pluvial afternoon on the beach waking the next morning to seagull cries and winsome skies and sunlight streaming into my soul a true awakening and that twilight time, plans…oh big plans…for boys were camping nearby and what fun it was to string cans and spoons and tin pans on a rope to "protect" us from any midnight marauders with the idea we would slink under the roped area, out, around and frighten them! So we did attempt just that, after a helping of hobo stew after the laughter after the singalongs and the sharing of quiet we knew knew it was time to skulk and be sneakily quiet because we were 13 and 14 respectively ambitious as colts on a spring day ready to kick up and kick out giggly and inspired translucent and wired on life on the walk to "just over that dune" in the ghostly moonlight's shine came that awareness that someone was watching a shift of head over the shoulder a gasp and a shudder "Look!" Full of burnished moon's shine gleamed the projection of hilly silted sand and at first glimpse it was a gleaming, ghostly hand, white fingers tall and pallid lying in the slope of sand Screamed! O did we, and turning back terror in our hearts for it was the time of reruns of giant ants and black amoebas, that was enough filmed imagination for our fancies to roam amok and make us run from great white fingers lying in the slope of the hill…. leaving our hearts behind to stand still and not see until the daylight dawned the growth of iceplant dark against the shine of white sand in the shape of fingers of a hand and in the dark, so real. ©Karilea Rilling Jungel 7 September 2000 |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
~big smile~ What a delightful recollection I felt as if I were one of you |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I could sense all the magic and wonder of those days, Karilea! Wonderful poem about an unforgettable weekend!  Denise |
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Eloise Senior Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 1096Wyoming |
To go back and reminiscence is wonderful. The imagery of this is great. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Bill, thanks for the smile...this was one of the most difficult of pieces to bring together as there is still something I am missing...the feeling that was so...timeless... Denise...you're a woman...of course!!! you would feel it all...[and of course, this comment will make the 'real men' ride off into the sunset...] Eloise, you snuck in on me, so I came back to echo my THANKS...it was a most wonderful of times... [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 09-08-2000).] |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
rofl I remember those days! omg do I ever! loved this bunches ~Heather |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Wonderful flavor, Sunshine. If you had thrown a snipe hunt in there. I would have felt at home. I love it!!! |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
aahh, so precious! and..thanks for sharing a memory that helped mold our Sunshine..for she remembered such details of fun and innocence. Absolutely love poems like this. The writing..perfect. Love, Marcy |
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Beth Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 468WA, Australia |
~It's always great to look back on those special times....Cherished memories that always play a part in who we are.. Thanks for sharing! I enjoyed this!~ ~Cherie~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Wow...I'm tickled to see that you all enjoyed this little reminisce with me...sometimes, true stories make the best reading...thank you everyone! And 'Deer...I'll dig up that snipe hunt...just for you...Heather, Marcy, Beth...wish kids today could have that innocence...it was just too special a time... Karilea When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Thank you for sharing with us my friend. . . would that those times could always be. . . Excellent. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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