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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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It was the trees that whispered softly of the truth As I sat quietly beneath the shadows of the blazing fire Anticipating fear while my Pa told his stories In the distance the chirping of cricket legs Sung sweetly, not to disturb the night but to entice it In hopes their orchestra would be complete Our tent, fit for two, sat gaping in awe waiting to be fed by our bodies While sleep comforted me with slow yawns Tomorrow Pa will take me fishing Real simple the Southern way, Jig and line You just might catch something |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Our tent, fit for two, sat gaping in awe waiting to be fed by our bodies While sleep comforted me with slow yawns" I like your poems Page... and this one most of all. |
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Skyfire 
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
I want to go camping! Take me with you pleeeaaase! Love this, I could see it  and then He created the horse... |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you both... I love camping too. It has been a very long time since I have been. |
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helenadepp Member
since 2006-01-16
Posts 59durham, england |
Really enjoyed this. Truly captured the essence of going camping! |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you so much |
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