Campfire and Tall Tales
Campfire And Tall Tails
Friends and sons come walking into the campsite all dress in camo
from their long day’s hunt. Around the crackling campfire, they all gather
and sat to warm their much-needed cold wet bodies. Keeping warm
with a bottle of Jack Daniels or Black Velvet, and a can of Mountain Dew
being passed around.
Adding more wood to the campfire so it would last through the night.
The sons poke sticks into the embers and watching the flame spark, pop,
and dance in their sight, while others roast marshmallows
at the end of their sticks.
The men are fixing their evening meal for all to feast on.
They all gather around the campfire and sit, teasing and telling stories
of their day’s adventure out in the woods, of a long, exhausting hike
around the mountain with a vision of elk with a large crown of horns.
The stories are told big and small, of the one they saw and had in their cross- hairs, but a calf with its mother who walked in front spoiling their shot. Or a bee that stung their hand when they were ready to pull the trigger.
When they‘re all done, they crawl into their sleeping bags so, they can do it all over again the next day, watching the campfire, teasing and telling their stories.
10/29/2014
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014
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