Pup Tents

w c

Pup Tents

 

Back then we camped out

And slept in our pup tents

Two slept in each one

And we became good friends

 

We each had a sleeping bag

And slept on it in summer

And many good times we had

Sharing space with each other

 

All had opportunity

To search around the camp

And there were many trails

We took when given the chance 

 

At night we built a campfire

And roasted frankfurters there

With some stories told

Of legends that often scared

 

Each night we zipped our tents

With the memories we made

And couldn’t wait for dawn

And another day

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 19th, 2018 19:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Michael Edwards

    We are separated by a common language - had to look up pup tents - now I know. Then looked up weenies and its baby talk for the male willy - can't be right - ah there is - well it makes sense - a small sausage.

    All this apart I enjoyed the write.

    • w c

      Thanks, Michael. I appreciate your effort to understand the poem. It's so easy to write from one's perspective with little concern for vocabulary used.

      • Michael Edwards

        I often use Language which I have to explain to American friends - it's what adds to sites like this. So keep writing as I will.

      • orchidee

        Good write w c.

        • w c

          Thanks, orchidee.



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