I lay out my things,
I come up short,
I pack like a boy
but I’m not that sort.
I inhale deeply,
take hold of one thought;
start with my feet
and fluffy hunters cap I’ve bought,
small modern comforts, scented lotion and floss
helps remind me I’m no troop leader
but a demotion’s no loss.
I will see the world on horseback, eat pancakes on a griddle
make up silly camp songs,
perhaps a slightly dirty riddle;
when the lights go down
I’ll unfurl my legs out on my musky cot
I will bring every God danged bit of fun I have got;
You guessed it….It’s Girl Scout weekend,
we gear up and we roam
I’ll leave creature comforts;
just adventure is sought
back at home I’ll leave worry
with whatever I forgot!
Lis, love reading you here. Love your voice and that you are leaning into that brain and heart you have that are so unique to you. Poetry suits you, my dear, I am glad you are collecting it here. I hope someday soon you will be published, because these are that good.
HUG TO YOU my sister.
missing you
tears from nowhere-just filled me-you clearly mean a lot to me-thanks for reading! You and Mikial are my best followers!