“We can never have enough
of nature.”
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Breaking camp: Nature
fit or moonlit split?
I’d pitch a fit
before a tent,
For camping’s not my
bag.
And hey, now,
campfires’ smoky scent
My sinuses does drag.
‘Neath stars above with
outback’s sound,
Strong is the draw
for friends.
But sleeping roll on
cot or ground,
No restful slumber
lends.
As creatures buzz and
growl and hoot,
I shudder in my spot.
Determined nature to
salute,
Resilient I am not.
Though powerful its
beauty shows,
Distinct its wonders
hold,
The forceful wilderness,
it knows
I’m left out in the
cold.
No pioneer of rugged
bent,
Of comforts I’ll not
brag.
I’d pitch a fit
before a tent,
For camping’s not my
bag.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
31
Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about a place beyond home where you woke
up. (12)
31
Writing Prompts: What do you think of when you see a fire? (12)
OctPoWriMo:
“strong” – with “resilient,” “powerful,” “distinct,” “forceful,” and
“determined” – POET’S CHOICE (12)
#OctPoWriMo
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Adapted from public domain image –
Vintage photo
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