Muddy and Wet
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My first overnight
was when I was about eight,
tenting with my friend.
Our tent wasn't store-bought,
just a tarp wrapped around some
stacked-up bails of straw.
We lived on a farm.
Did I mention that before?
Or did I skip that?
Anyway, we did.
That was what we called camping,
when I was a boy.
We just got set up,
when suddenly, it’s raining
and we're getting soaked.
My friend's mom found us
and rushed us into the barn,
all muddy and wet.
She told us straight off
we’d have to sleep in that barn,
and we ended up
sleeping in one of the stalls.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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