The crackling campfire forms whole scenes in my mind
in the company of a racoon just out of fires light.
I throw him a piece of a deliciously undercooked steak-
We are brothers in this night, it's the least I can do.
I'll depart in the morning with no trace of my passage;
weathered leathered rider, a black and chrome streak.
Two wheels and low rumble, the wind whistles on past.
The earthy smell of damp woods in clean clear morning air,
two lane road curves round mountain, no rush on this ride,
and no one, not even myself, knows where I will stay tonight.
Author notes
A yearly pilgrimage.
10 line quickie, prompt is a favorite fall memory.
A contest entry
- 'Quickie-Quickie' by Cynthia Gaines.
900 points, ended August 31, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congratulations on the gold Russell, it is so well deserved.
Sue
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Congratulations on the Gold!!!
This was a joint decision reached mainly by Arafura (John) alone, so don't blame it all on me(!!!) 
Really, this is an excellent tale of autumnal adventure, and I also hold your story of living in the wild (even briefly) near to my heart. 
Please do remember to PIF with at least 300 of the donated points, and thanks again for your fine entry, Poet!!! Peace, Cyn
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this is freedom...to be with nature, the night, not knowing or really caring where you will end up...someday....
Love, Lane
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Wow, I dissapear for a short time and come back to an amazing poem. Looks like reading others poems has really had an effect on you. This is some awesome freeverse here...... It sounds very familiar. She is rubbing off on you....
I really like this line...
The earthy smell of damp woods in clean clear morning air,
two lane road curves round mountain, no rush on this ride,
and no one, not even myself, knows where I will stay tonight.
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Thank you for entering our contest with your beautifully written poem. Best of luck to you, Poet!!! Peace, Cyn
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I was drawn in to this, the campfires glow, a solitary meal shared with a raccoon, and a ride. It seems peaceful and renewing, this pilgrimage.
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I can relate to the camping out and feeling as one with your surrounds. I'll have my steak medium though please! Good work poet.
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You paint a beautiful picture, man, machine and the open road, a life many would envy. The thrill, and excitement of the unknown, even if just for a short while, your words transport the reader with you, an unseen pillion passenger. On your return you can tell of your exploits.
Sue
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I love 'brothers in this night', it evokes so well the feeling of being at home by a campfire in a strange place.
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Excellent
Such wonderful images you have creative. A very expressive and well expressed entry. Best of luck in the contest.
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