Camping in early spring
Is for the hardy or foolish?
The quest for the dolly
we came for that.
Our canvas tent and picnic meals
forgetting the rain kept wood sodden.
Arriving late afternoon, setting up in the dark
sitting on solid rock, tarp under tent, rain in torrents.
Curling up in the cold away from the cold spots
till cold became wet, soggy sleeping bag
Obvious reasons, ends any casting.
The lake is storm smacked, rain is sleeting
Heading for home and hearth to dry out!
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Anita Dotts
The author of Retribution. When she’s not writing, Anita enjoys crafting stories for her grandchildren and exploring her love of poetry. She spends her free time kayaking, swimming, and golfing in Harrison Hot Springs, BC.
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