Campfires curl
Clouds twirl,
Rippled lakes paddle
Branched pines waddle,
And all is good.
It is simply so.
Smoke crackles then climbs
Boaters bear oars,
Squirrels twitter and rhyme
Memories are moored,
And I hear laughter barked below.
It’s time for me to go.
May 28, 2017
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Thanks! I’ll have to do that 🙂
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