Poetry

Camping in the wild

campfire

The rustling of the leaves
In the wind at twilight
The gurgling of the river
As it runs gently by
The heat from the camp fire
Burning orange at its core
Emitting warmth to campers
All huddled up close
A kookaburra cackles with laughter
From his place high on a tree
As though he were eavesdropping
On the campers chatting quite quietly
Flickers of head lamps
Guide them through the night
As they head to their tents
To sleep in till first light
Being one with nature
Feeling it in your pores
The very essence of camping
This, I adore

(c) Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life 2014

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Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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