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
