Day 22 Creative Bloomings camp romance

Campfire Romance

To the tune

of peep frogs and crickets,

Kumbaya and acoustic tones by the fire,

your eyes flickered,

reflecting the flame of my heart.

When we go our separate ways

will the fire fade

to glowing embers

and then finally snuff out,

dead and cold?

Day 21 Creative Bloomings camp wordle

Family Vacation

We’ll all explore the great outdoors,

Escape this urban jail.

No bargain hunting at the mall.

We’ll hike the lakeside trail.

Yes, we’ll beware, of the black bear.

We’ll watch for signs of critters there,

A howl, some scat or print.

We’ll glide along in sleek canoes.

The view’s magnificent.

Lanterns at night, to give some light.

The family will all have fun

In rivers and the lakes.

They’ll fill canteens and play and swim,

Skip stones and watch for snakes.

Nix PlayStation, this vacation.

We’ll sleep under the moon and stars,

while wind blows through our tent.

We’ll save the fee for hotel stay

Or a log home’s high rent.

The group’s retort? We choose resort!

Day 20 Creative Bloomings new camp setting

Eagle's Nest

Give me a cabin

Tucked in the cliffs

With the sound of the surf

Far below

Sea gulls give glad cries

Palms gently sway

And whisper as balmy

Winds blow

Day 19 Creative Bloomings camp creepy crawlies

The crickets sound lovely at night

Fine chorus at dimming of light

But one in my tent

Will soon make me bent

On killing that critter on sight 

Creative Bloomins camp pairs

Rain and Puddles

(a Golden Shovel poem)

The sky lets loose its bounty, so

campers dash to their tents just past three.

It’s the stormy season of the year.

Huddled in tents, the young feel old

and the old feel like children.

The sun comes out, the campers enter

the fray, splashing about in puddles, the

end of the week, the devil-may-care phase

of camping, jumping, laughing, making fun of,  

stomping, getting muddy, name-calling.

(from Child Development by Billy Collins)

Creative Bloomings camp food

Camp Food

The oatmeal will do at the craft time for paste

The omelets they serve are not known for their taste

Free protein, they said, of the bug in my stew

And raw dough won’t kill ya, you know that it's true.

I think they use coffee for fuel for the bus

The casserole meat, they refuse to discuss

Cook waves her knife when her food we keep dissing

I’m worried that the stray cat has gone missing

Day 16 Creative Blooming camp Lake

Dust Devil Does its Deed

I watched the wind whirl up the hill,

then to the lake and friend’s kayak.

And whoosh! It hit my friend until  

it turned and got me front to back.

At first, afraid we’d take a spill,

we laughed as I fished out my pack.

But other folks were unaware

of why we sat with mussed-up hair.