#Tents #Camping #Campfire #napowrimo

The one man tent went up easily enough
nestled by some tall willow bark trees
that provided adequate cover
when the raindrops fell
twigs started up the smallest
of campfires, just enough for a small
lunch parcel of soup and sarnies
in the pot – stew, boiling for teatime
craft activities passed time
creating things from rope and leaf
with a little help from pencil and paper
producing pictures from nature
Plans afoot
for a walk into the valley green
after a night under canvas
And as the sun began to dip
so did the bread,
as the pot-stew was divvied out
into everyone’s mug.

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