Short Campground Poems

Crickets chime,
Nightlit clouded water shines.
Raindrops lightly pour on me,
Who knows what tomorrow will be.
Sleep in a cabin,
Sit round a fire.
Talk like we’ll never tire.
Voice of the darkness
Singing within silence....

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                   Don't speak.
              please stay silent;
         The night whispers so loud,
     this old campground remains haunted;
                     It's true, 
      legends that were burned in the fire;
                Solitary creatures      
                 watch from afar, 
                      hidden....

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What makes the campfire boho I asked the complainer.
They are weird, loose and carefree, said Nosy McGainer.
She wears long ruffled dresses, Mr. Gainer suggested.
They have so much company, their camper is often congested.

I suggest you find another campfire, I told the McGainers.
They had been a blight on the campground for years, these complainers.
I met the boho couple and their children, all five were a delight.
The McGainers moved down the road, and we all had a great night....

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