Muddy And Wet
My first sleepover
was when I was about eight:
tenting, with a friend.
Our tent wasn't store-bought:
just a tarp thrown over some
stacked-up bales of straw.
We lived on a farm:
did I mention that before
or did I skip that?
Anyway, we did.
And that's how we went tenting:
when I was a boy.
We'd got our tent set:
when it started raining hard:
we were 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 the barn:
so, I ended up
sleeping in a stall.
I still smile when I recall
that experience.
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