Friday, July 18, 2014

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)

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