Sunday



"The darkened sky cradles the horizon
Like an old quilt with tiny holes
Where the light of the stars
Were able to leak into the night
My smoke filled eyes refocus
Upon the burning logs just yonder
Of my hanging marshmallows
I readjust the blanket wrapped
Around my chilled shoulders from the
Nippy breeze that teases in the late hours of night
I climb into the tent
Cuddle into my sleeping bag while
The sounds of nature
Overthrow my thoughts"











7 Comments:

Blogger Ben said...

Seriously, next cold front we're all going!!!

2:44 PM  
Blogger TJ said...

You better . it was a blast, the only thing that was missing was good friends to share it with .

4:25 PM  
Blogger TJ said...

SkipBo Results
TJ = 3
Shannon = 1

4:29 PM  
Blogger TJ said...

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10:02 PM  
Blogger Mary O said...

Skip-Bo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would have ruled you all.

10:10 PM  
Blogger shannonO said...

1st: Ben,

let's go! We are definitely planning another camping trip soon!

2nd: TJ,

What, so I'm not good enough for you? I mean it was OK with just me, but MUCH BETTER with other people.

3rd: Mary,

Wrong, I will destroy you in skip-bo.

12:19 PM  
Blogger Ben said...

Oh snap! Tj's in trouble!

5:22 PM  

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