Open Poetry #14 |
Don't Tread On Me |
RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Don't Tread On Me When I was young I would visit my cousin Who lived in Gold Beach, Oregon, A sleepy town Coiled beside the Rogue Where it empties into the Pacific Ocean. I find it strange That later we would both become Members of the Fleet Marine. Well, maybe not, Remembering the time We found a Diamondback Camping out with us On the same log raft. RMW |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
That would have been enough to send me running the opposite direction.... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bob--Interesting the way you so subtly point out the similarities between you and your cousin...you slip it into your words, and the sudden impact stops me with a wow. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I guess if you were able to go camping after that, you'd certainly be a capable marine, able to endure the threat of the hand of man and nature. Enjoyed the read, even it the snake creeped me out! |
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Watersign6 Senior Member
since 2001-05-25
Posts 823Hurricane,WV |
i must agree with Sunshine on this one-LOL! its a good read an thank you for sharing |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Oh Bob...shivers LOL...but thats just nature huh? Living with it all, enjoying it all...wonderful |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Fantastic, Bob. A fate entwined! Cor |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
You mean you never met up with one of those critters in ITR? Camp San Onofre was wiggling with them They just loved grenade holes |
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