Swallows carve lake wind,
trailers lined up, fish tins.
The fires of a thousand small camps
spilled on a hillside.
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A beautifully conceived equally beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Very nice poem that captures the images, the feeling and experience of being at such a camp.
Spilled on a hillside! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I hear someone, hear the splash, groan of a water pump, wipe my mouth. Fish grease spits at darkness. Beautiful lines from a lovely poem. Thanks poet for sharing the poem.10 for it. Subhas