Camping
- Kimberlee Long
- Dec 27, 2024
- 1 min read
The sleeping bag crinkles
as I stretch and yawn,
Awoken by birdsong
in the cool, gray dawn.
The coals of the fire went out in the night,
But a little stir coaxes them nice and bright.
The world is lighter of burden; so am I,
Out camping beneath the wide, glorious sky.
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October 9th, 2023
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