A Quiet Camp

Give me
A quiet camp
In a remote national park
Any day
Over a caravan park

Where the snakes
Bake quietly
And roo's abound
Fleeting qlimpse'es
Of things between the gums
And dingos howl
From across the other ridge
With the setting sun

Give me 
A quiet camp
Out where
Bushman still roam
They stand tall
On a low hill
And watch
The goings on

Give me
A quiet camp
Where the silence
And cicadas
Are deafening
The stars
Shine brighter
Than any street lamp

Give me
A quiet camp
Where theres
No rubbish lying about
And white toilet paper
Dots the ground

Give me
A quiet camp
Where theres
No people around
And i will show you
The bush
Where animals abound

Give me 
A quiet camp
Out where the roustabouts
Made a push
Near where 
The dead men lie
And the pioneers
They still whisper 
On the wind

Give me
A quiet camp
So i can
Lay my head down
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Middleton Avatar
March 24, 2019 at 7:49 PM
Hi caren, when you think of a park i am actually in the middle of know where. I love isolation, the challenge, the danger, the history. And am lucky to have a free spirit which takes me to many an isolated beach. I am so lucky and so humbled to be able to do what i love in some very special places. And my poems just reflect my life and what i see. Thanks for your support.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 17, 2019 at 8:18 PM
There is nothing like a sweet outside park where you can shut your eyes off and sleep under the stars, breathing the sweet air, feeling that God is watching and keeping you safe,Dominic.
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