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Category: Camping
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#WDYS #Outdoors #Flame #Embers #Campfire #Rocks #Wood #octpowrimo Image credit; Klára Vernarcová@ Unsplash It was just as the moon appeared over head something appeared all yellow and red it moved round the rocks all crazy and wild but cried like an infant or petulant child It wanted to know, why it hadn’t been fed not knowing…
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Burn the triangle a simple one heat air and fuel started by a little spark amongst the smallest of shavings Little flame eating everything around it kept at bay by logs and bricks Starting off slowly the flames begin to grow dining on everything near it apart from the Billy can above …
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Unfurl A summer morning, Worsley woods, west of Manchester the sun just peaking through the nest of trees circle of tents in various spots and a scout leader starting the beginnings of an altar fire little faces pop out of the niger tents to grab a view breakfast served at 8 am sharp but first,…
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Unfurl 17th August 2017 Middlewood scout camp, Worsley, Salford Maybe it was in the act of “doing our duty” that the dedication of raising and lowering the union flag each day at camp, reminded those little or big, to “do their best” even in the smallest of acts – from washing the pots , to…
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In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. Their leather is worn from the passing of time… Source: A Tale of Old Boots
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Been looking through my old notebooks again, and found a scribble in relation to the Orange One-Man Tent I was assigned during my time as a scouter with the 90th Salford. The title of the poem relates to the name of the tent – which I slept in on campsites in Greater Manchester, Cheshire ,…
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These Boots Were Made for Walking March 2011 In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. And if their owner were truthful – they could do with a bit of a clean. The…
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Oh little resting place of mine set among forest of green lashed down on the grassland in space of trees between. Your A-Frame and Flysheet, are a real treat, against the clouds you cannot be beat. And under your flysheet is perfect, for drying boots after ‘ hike as raindrops drain down, into gully of…
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In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. Their leather is worn from the passing of time and many a moorland excursion. Lakeland water now pools at the toes.But they still feel…
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Another piece for the daily post prompt Smoke also appears at http://allpoetry.com/poem/11670889-Fires-a-Burning-by-InkdropK The sun went asleep, upon the moon break and the light from a match began to awake starting to burn the bark from a tree whilst little one’s watch with their cuppas with glee The bark it alights and begins to glow, producing…
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