To wake up several times at night
On the ground.
.
To listen to the sounds of rooting animals
Outside the fabric walls.
.
To be trapped in a sleeping bag
Both too hot and too cold.
.
To wake up grumpy and tired
With the sun.
.
To sit in a camp chair trying to rekindle
Last night’s fire.
.
Until you hear the tent zipper pull
And see your child’s smiling face.
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A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.
Well penned. Love does conquer all.
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It really does. Love can make misery seem like fun. 😀
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Amen! 👍
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Beautiful!! 🙏🏼 Best reason to love whatever you’re doing.
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😀
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Love the title and sensory details. And it’s so true. Camping is both unbelievably uncomfortable and also kind of awesome
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And when you get home, your bed feels so much nicer than you remember. lol 😀
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