Hanging Out

#TBTMemory

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From six years old,

i’d hang around

with quite a wild bunch

we’d congregate around tall trees

like silver birch, Oak and beech

and engage in activities

cooking food over a fire

or following trails by map and compass

even travelling by boat (or raft) or even rope bridge

to far off islands

cub scouts 3 – 0 scouts

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  1. Thank you for joining in. Your poem is lovely.

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.