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!
About the Creator
Anita Dotts
During her free time, Anita enjoys writing stories for her grandchildren as well as kayaking, swimming, and golfing. She lives in Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia, with her spouse. She enjoys writing poetry.
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