Camping

charlesbarrett

Stories slip from

Word slurring lips 

As bodies encircle

A fire pit. 

32 degree rated

Sleeping bags

Stuffed in pitched tents. 

Old friends,

Long apart,

Begin to reminisce. 

Guitar strings are picked

As poorly harmonized voices

Howl songs seemingly written

Specifically for this occasion. 

  • Author: charlesbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2020 22:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MMadrid

    I miss camping so much. Hope to go soon, really enjoyed you poem.

    • charlesbarrett

      Thank you for reading. I hope you get to go camping soon too!

    • Goddess of the Mist

      I love camping. This is nice! I also like the font you used - it worked really good for this poem.

      • charlesbarrett

        Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.



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