Mysterious Times
By Richard L. Provencher
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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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Evocative memories. Nice to
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
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this is so evocative!
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!
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