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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 25, 2018 20:31:01 GMT -6
Grown-up Camp Fire Girl
Those girl’s only campouts
Left her in puppy love withdrawal
Of boyfriend blues
But now love notes need not be saved
For future reading
Because paper airplane whispers
Are near as the air they breathe
Her woodsy smile comes naturally
in a place where her laughter
echoes the babbling brook
Like a girl scout saving her cookie sales
In a piggy bank of pennies for love
To be spent on this summer’s day
When childhood is far away
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2018 2:50:58 GMT -6
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 26, 2018 5:44:58 GMT -6
This is different in a very cool way |
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 26, 2018 12:33:35 GMT -6
Thanks, Michael. Glad you liked Rick. This was about my late wife and I during happier times camping out in our favorite place in North Louisiana. John |
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 26, 2018 23:54:47 GMT -6
I always wanted a "campfire girl." Life didn't work out like that, but there are other joys that have come along. I love the way you wrote this. It hearkens back to an earlier era, and still has depth and complexity. You were lucky to have that time, John.
Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 27, 2018 11:30:07 GMT -6
She was my campfire girl. Anytime she'd be more than eager to drive with me to a far away camping spot, pitch a tent, and camp out. And she loved to hike and canoe with me. She loved nature as much as I did even though she was born and raised in New York City. She once told me that when she was young she took a walk all the way from the lower east side, where she lived, to the cloisters at the northern tip of Manhattan. The whole way she dreamed of living in Kansas among the wheat fields. Love how you described this poem my friend Great to know it hearkens back to an earlier era and still has depth and complexity. I was a truly lucky man.
John
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Post by augustsky on Oct 27, 2018 20:09:04 GMT -6
"Because paper airplane whispers Are near as the air they breathe" Loved that line, very Dear & Sweet Poem John. Sky~ |
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 27, 2018 20:34:02 GMT -6
Gracias mi amiga. Thank you for your appreciation of this memory poem my dear sweet friend.
~John
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