Ain’t camped once this year
Ain’t had a single campfire
Something’s wrong with that
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C.R. I've enjoyed perusing some of your wonderful work of 'Life in Motion' as we are from about the same period (Periods) in time....reading this reminded me of one of the very forst poems I wrote some 25 years ago, but I've carried it with me since...'My Little Fire'...check it out, of course it's from my vocabulary and age of development at the tie I wrote it....see ya BARRY
Richard a thought provoking piece. I gues one just has to stop and smell the campfire smoke, right? I enjoyed, Loyd
I can empathise but age precludes my camping any more I must rely on memories
Ain’t camped once this year Rachel Ann Butler