That’s a bit of a flirt! LOL
We had a public lands camp in Rangly, Maine. This is not it. I love going to camp! Who doesn’t? There is something about water. Water and boats. And if you fish! That’s fun! Here is a tiny poem called Plip-Plop!
“The sounds of gentle waves on shore, plip-plop! The more I hear, the more I snore! Plip! Plop! Plip-plop. A gentle peace comes slowing down, plip-plop, plip-plop, PLIP! Plip! Plop against the rocks.” By Pejj Nunes I have no idea if this poem will grow. They do.
Sometimes it might be going for a walk, where birds sing happily in trees and old buildings show of their charms. Where past and present meet. This thought comes to mind. “How many have walked this same path? It is old and now its new. It is new and is old. How many people have come before?” It would make a nice poem too!
Have a great day! Enjoy your day and embrace it! Always! Fine the good things there!
Pejj Nunes 9/24/2021