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Rough Camping



 



Rain thumping down



Bouncing off the tent side



Where me and Tim and Luke



Are warm and dry inside.



We love our little trips



Though not a long stay



We are only here for 



Three or four days



 



We don’t camp in luxury.



We dont have air beds,



Just sleeping bags



And ground for our heads.



Just a little ridge tent



Not very high or wide



Just enough room really



To fit snugly inside.



 



We dont wash very often,



Just the odd quick cat lick:



We stuff ourselves on chips



And one of them was sick. 



We stroll through the woods



Amazed at what we see



Such wonderful sights 



For Tim and Luke and me.



There are elephants and tigers



And a small wolf pack



And young Luke insists



He’s found a rhino’s track,



There In Flamingoland 



Camped in the park



Hearing the lions roar



At the approaching dark.



 



Home early on the last day



To shower and get clean



Before Mummy comes home



To asks us how we’ve been.



Living in a tent



Just wasn’t mummy’s style



And I think she quite liked



Being home alone for a while.



 



I so loved our camping days



So very quickly gone



Now the boys have grown



And both of them moved on.



We all still remember rain



Bouncing off the tent side



And the three of us huddled



Warm and dry inside.




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Rough Camping