To be young and stupid
And have Nature as your playground
A tent, sleeping bags, and a quick trip to the grocery
And we're off on a weekend adventure
Why not?
The damp ground can't dampen our spirits
Even as we snap another cheap tent post
And can't find dry wood
To make a decent fire
Who cares?
The fire finally struggles to life
And we proudly cook our provisions
Cheap steak that is an amazing simulation of shoe leather
And where did our can opener go?
Oh well!
There's always alcohol
And stars
And the music of the woods
To lull us to sleep
Good night!
written for Cloaked Monk's March Challenge
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
4 comments:
"There's always alcohol
And stars
And the music of the woods
To lull us to sleep
Good night!"
If I was in such a setting, Good Night wouldn't come to mind at all. My night would be counting the stars till the bright sunshine wipes them away from the sky in the morning.
Made me imagine a lot of things. That's always a good thing.
Cheers,
Joy...
o! what a camping escapade, the stars, music of the woods and alcohol!!! :)
Happy Monday!
Sounds like a couple of camping experiences of mine. I love it because the cold, the rain, the dark of night resembling a void and inability to escape the true feeling of unattachment to security and comfort.
My wife does not like that feeling.
man, i so wanna go camping now.
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