campfire poems
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These north woods are lovely, bright, and deep glistening with snow and promises to keep Serenity resides in the fresh wonder of the new wintry familiarity, renewal in fresh snowfall I have not trod, of late, these winter woods two years have passed since my last sojourn my longest such time away from this place, Read more
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The embers of the campfire glow, fade with the vagaries of the waning lake breeze brilliant orange, gray, orange, silver, orange reminding me of 1969; flashing, broken neon small, single level roadside motels on old black-and-white signed U.S. highways frequented by people like those in my parents blue Plymouth Fury; mom and dad up front, Read more
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A log of pine a mug of coffee and thou Omar, I am not. – Mark L. Lucker © 2016 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more
