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Brave Little Campers

Brave little campers

my how bold you are,

sleeping out under

the stars on a summer

night so dear, taking in

cool sweet air on a delightful evening

until a crack of thunder brings a down pour

among you, chasing you back inside

to your warm beds.


written 6-2-11

adventurechildrenfree verse

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Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

April 3, 2012 at 8:46 AM

Dear James, I read one of YOUR Comments to Anne Rutherford, YOU asked her to read this POEM, Excellence in "POETIC ART" I must Apologize, for YOU have made some very Inspiring Comments to my pen, I shamefully, did not Comment Back: What kind of "POETIC Brother, I Am? I was a Bear in Boy Scouts for my first "Brave Little Campers; Overnight same result - "a Thunderstorm. Thank-YOU for YOR Gracious Comments. LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER, YOUR Eternal Liege ...Harry

Anne Rutherford

June 11, 2011 at 4:27 PM

Sweet, I remember the days when our kids would do the same. Thanks for the memories James. Poetry will do that for us. Anne

Wilma Neels

June 6, 2011 at 4:54 AM

James, this one is so adorable and your images are just amazing.. I enjoyed this write of yours especially now that it is raining outside :)

Andrea Dietrich

June 5, 2011 at 9:22 PM

ah, this is adorable, those little kids out under the stars (until it storms) Oh, for the good old days!

Derrick Burton

June 5, 2011 at 7:01 PM

Enjoyed this read have a great day.

James Foulk

June 5, 2011 at 8:24 PM

thank you for reading and commenting on this poem.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

June 4, 2011 at 5:24 PM

think that would do it for me too James..that crack of thunder being outside.. awesome imagery my friend.. felt like I was there trying to get away luv.

Charlotte Puddifoot

June 4, 2011 at 1:20 PM

sweet little verse here james...always a pleasure to support poetic talent...and thank you for reading me today :-)

Carolyn Devonshire

June 4, 2011 at 1:15 PM

Oh, this is so cute, James! It reminds me of the time I tried to pitch a tent in the backyard and my father came out at night making "Moo" noises. (As if a cow would scare me!) Thunder and lightning would have sent me racing back to the house though. Enjoyed! Love, Carolyn PS-Had a great time fishing. Posted photos on my blog.)