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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Camping in a beautiful green glade on a warm June night the darkness was total, Every place and scene on this still and thoughtful night unlocked it's essence, Every spot has its own sentiment and each one with a rich and peculiar perfume, The leafy scent of trees the smell of forest turf an earthy odor deep and rich. Caught on a light breeze was the fragrant breath of sweetbrier natures perfume, We had the delicious effusion from a clover or bean-field a lingering fragrance, At our canvas tent we had the warm rich smell of peat on a red glowing wood fire, A smell that tells you that it is the end of the day so just rest, talk and enjoy, We could hear crickets that singing in the hedge surrounding the dark leafy glade, A night thrush in an old elm that over canopies our tent, silhouetted by the moon, There is a balmy softness in the air and the other trees stand in shadowy masses, These shadowy masses seem to listen to the still and musing black skies above them. Near is a soft gloom beneath umbrageous hedges, how soft, beautiful is a June night, What can equal this pleasant feeling in this dark camp the smell of burning meths's, The moon beams down like a celestial creature the evening stars burns with radiance, As I lay in my sleeping bag and shut my weary old eyes this moment will last forever.
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