Excitement palpable within me
butterflies dancing
fluttering wings beating
against my stomach
every year the very same
each time I am dreaming of
tall pines, pine cones
needles making
a blanket beneath the tent
heavy and green smelling
of musty canvas
and flags
waving on a line strung across
our site by dad
clean diapers drying
marking the spot
where the tent is pitched
a Coleman stove sets
ready to cook a meal
a lantern lit
lighting branches a reflection
a glow of campfire
the sky filled with stars
happiness overflowing
© April 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday prompt which you can read more about at https://jamiededes.com/2017/04/12/played-on-the-jersey-shore-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue file & digitized by myself.
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a wonderful visualization! enjoy!!
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I did every year growing up for about 4-5yrs visiting Yosemite National Park. It was great fun. Thanks!
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Yes, I, too used to look forward to camping trips and sleeping under the stars. Nothing beats it!
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Brings back lots of memories of camping alongside mountain rivers in the Cascades. Enjoyed this, Renee. 🙂
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Thanks Betty. You are the first one doing a blog that has my mother’s name. She passed 9yrs ago now in CA and each time I see your name I think of her. That is just an aside here. Camping was one of my best memories. 🙂
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Interesting that she was also a “Betty”. I’m sure you must still miss her a lot. My mom passed away a year ago and it’s still so fresh. I keep having that split second impulse to call her on the phone.
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Sorry to hear of your loss. I use to call my mom every day and sometimes twice toward the end of her life. The impulse to call her took a very long time to lessen but did so eventually. Be well.
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Thanks Renee. I know most of us lose our parents sooner or later but it still helps to talk about it. You be well also.
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Your poem evokes I see fond memories of your camping trips.. 🙂 Wonderful what we remember especially those smells that can trigger our thoughts in an instant as they take us back in time.
Lovely poem and picture Renee.. 🙂
Good to at last be catching up with you again.. 🙂
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It was a good time then even though my obsessive compulsive dad did try his best to abolish all pine needles from our tent with a broom. lol
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haha… pretty near impossible I would think.. 🙂
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