The Mrs. and I are going camping soon.
I'll be silent for a while.
But I will be back.
I'm bringing a notebook and a pencil
and some bug repellent.
Also a coffee cup and Lucky Angus MacPup.
We will live in a tent,
take hikes, eat pancakes
and sit by a fire in the evening.
The librarian will be stopping by
with the world's finest grandbaby,
a goddess-queen who proclaims, "thibbit".
Poems will be written.
There will be naps and treats.
and wine with dinner.
We won't have to go work for somebody else.
We may see some turtles or a por-q-pine.
The crows will watch over all.
I have posted a poem for some seventy consecutive days.
Time for a break.
I'll be back.
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