January 12, 2015

Camping Out

Camping at a bush race meet.
After times out at the bar.
Wandrin’ past stock
Trucks and vans,
horses wait in yards,
paw the dirt,
tossin’ manes.
Waiting the main game.

Generators drawn out tone
wafting round, camp
yards and trees.
Last one sputters,
bush quiet drifts in,
solace under the trees.

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Camping Out