The gentle scratch of fiberglass against sand
Brings happiness to the group, relief to all present.
Buck Island welcomes with a gentle glee
Gifting us with enough empty space to make do,
And a soft bed of pine needles on a fertile dirt ground.
Smiling, we chat as we set up camp
We cook dinner and perform chores, happily doing our share,
And in the lingering light explore our night's home:
A forest unaltered by human hands,
Trees falling, rotten, and new life growing out.
The circle of life is complete on our little lake island.
Author notes
and part four comes into existence! woohoo... next up, nightfall and camp fire, followed by the much awaited and much dreaded night paddle (it was so beautiful and amazing that I don't know how to begin writing about it) I hope you like...
LP&CG
Liz
Written February 25th, 2006
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This is an excellent demonstration of when you first come to a camp site, filled with hope and unexplainable joy.
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heh thanks, it's kinda interesting, i just commented on your other contest, mentioning how much the picture reminded me of the area where i was writing my canoeing poems about and here you are, commenting on a canoeing poem!
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the canoe is as much an island, as the island of forest you hide in.Much here telling me how sad it is to see much high rise and highways ruining our countires, the camp is the severing from something you'd like to stave off for good, and the explorations, the simplicities of life. Lovely visuals!
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This is beautiful, the gentle start of "The gentle scratch of fiberglass against sand" draws me right in. I love the way you describe the setting so subtly, yet I can see every detail. Stallar job!
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Mehe. Sounds fun
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