Mysterious Times

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 08 Oct 2022
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It’s dark.

The tent is like a pimple beside

lake shore. Mosquitoes absent

themselves from windy

space devoid of trees

& grass. That sound.

Leaves swishing? A branch

breaking from

the weight of a bear?

 

Camping is magnificent-

night-stars full of sky

grunts & other noises from

birds - frogs – owls. Eerie

sounds & goose bump

feelings followed me

through a supper BBQ &

into the tent. A deer ate

an apple noisily waking me up.

This time I was not afraid.

 

 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Evocative memories. Nice to share. Reminded me of granddaughter emerging after we'd settled her last night, to say she's heard what she thought was a thief, and she was afraid. My husband had been earlier reading her a story where a missionary had had to trust God in a very difficult situation, so he had a good chat with her. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

A lovely reply, Rhiannon. Thank you. Grandchildren sure have imaginations and I still have mine. -Richard

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

this is so evocative! "Camping is magnificent" I loved that :0) You had so much more to think about than I did as a child camping in the garden. Though we did have owls, and also foxes screaming which is  VERY  spooky, there was no possibility of bears!

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Hi DH- Thanks for reading my work. I do read many fine works by oodles of  ABC writers and they're also so good too.   Please forgive me for not commenting often on such fine works. I barely have enough energy to write in my notebooks, then transfer to the ABC site. I'll never stop writing - so much fun. God bless everyone. -Richard

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