The Tent
Summer days that bring moonlit starry nights
Begin with singing birds and lilacs scent
Joyous children laughing bringing days light
Awoke by promise of a camping tent
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Breakfast smells rising into sleepy minds
Opens eyes returned from nights dreamy rest
Today we travel to find happy times
These family trips are always the best
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Papa drives as Mama finds us the best way
Our car filled with laughter takes us there
Summer morns sun dawns a beautiful day
Bringing joyful chatter as we draw near
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But Alas we find when our drive is spent
Papa it seems has forgotten the tent
About the Creator
Gerald Holmes
Born on the east coast of Canada. Travelled the world for my job and discovered that kindness is the most attractive feature in any human.
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