There he sat, this son of ours.
Last dreams of summer almost here.
School to start, and winter will soon follow.
We though one last camp-out and songs.
Just before the school books took over.
At least the dog is ready to go.
He would love to camp out every week.
All of the Uncles have taken turns.
Both Grand-Dads took two weeks.
His Dad took him out twice this summer.
One week-end he went with his friends.
One last time, this summer and we say so-long.
I raised this distant face, "Hi guy."
"You have that far away look in in your eyes."
"You have camped the whole summer long."
Tears in his eyes, our poor little lad.
"Saying he had plans of his own"
"See, here she is coming this way now, Excuse me!"
A contest entry
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760 points, ended March 16, 28 entries
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a lovely little gem for this contest. thank you so much for entering. Emma x
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