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GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – YOUR AREA ADVENTURES

July 23 – So tell us about your town, city, state, country… places where you can escape for the day or week to camp, or be amused in a park setting. A place you’ve never been but would like to (have gone) go. Be poetic and we’ll be informed and share your locale.

 

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 22 – CAMP DANCE; SUMMER ROMANCE

July 21 – SCAVENGER HUNT

July 20 – RENAISSANCE CAMP

July 19 – AMPHIBIANS, ARACHNIDS AND REPTILIANS

July 18 – THIS AND THAT

 

 

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48 thoughts on “GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – YOUR AREA ADVENTURES

  1. William Preston on said:

    THE PRESERVE IN AUTUMN

    At Big Morongo in the fall,
    the cottonwoods, still quivering tall,
    trade green for shimmering crowns of gold
    and hold the autumn in their thrall

    as still-warm days succumb to cold
    when nightfall comes. The year has rolled
    to yet another breathless pause,
    but still the land is calm, consoled

    that winter mists its gaps and flaws
    with healing rains, a kind of gauze
    that softens earth, now hard and sere,
    and tempers nature’s implacable laws.

    The birds are still abundant here;
    the cottonwoods, inviting here;
    at Big Monongo in the fall
    the year has never seemed so dear.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

    NB: “Big Morongo” refers to the Big Morongo Canyon Preserve in Morongo Valley, California, on the edge of the Mojave Desert: http://www.bigmorongo.org/

  2. DARIEN

    The best of both worlds, an escape.
    For a day or a week, the peace you seek
    awaits you. It takes you far away
    while keeping you near. It is here
    you can pitch a tent and reinvent your psyche,
    an isolated place near the lake. It makes
    your nerves settle and sends your mettle packing.
    You’re only lacking for convenience.

    Nearby is Darien Lake amusement park, a stark culture shift
    from natural to man-made mayhem. Thrill rides,
    hiding spots for picnic lunches and bunches
    of kiosks and games; some of the names escape me.
    Amphitheater for big name acts; they really pack them in.
    Set betwixt Buffalo and Batavia, a short ride for a long day’s
    journey to joy. Every man, woman, girl and boy knows
    that by the close of day, they’ve seen something good.

  3. My Place

    I rather fancy a beach hut,
    with a gingerbread porch painted blue.
    A proper bed with a mattress,
    and a bright hand-made quilt or two.

    It would need a little bathroom –
    my days of dew-soaked treks are gone –
    a camping stove for cups of tea,
    and the occasional meal for one.

    It could be hidden among the dunes,
    on the coast not far from home,
    so when the mood takes me for camping
    I wouldn’t have far to roam.

    A comfy chair in the porch
    to idle the days away,
    watching the tide as it comes and goes
    and the birdlife cabaret.

  4. PRINCETON
    (An aragman poem)

    I came to this city, not like a
    PRINCE, NOT
    like some buzz worder out to conquer
    new business horizons.
    The two of us
    CREPT IN ON ––
    CREPT IN? NO!
    We arrived in broad daylight
    In a U-Haul truck,
    our destination
    ONCE PRINT
    (a map of West Virginia)
    Became reality.
    We love it here
    (And that’s no
    CORN, INEPT
    Are we at humor
    Or imbibing a 100 per
    CENT NIP OR
    CRONE PINT
    Of brew.
    We tell it like it is!
    PRINCETON
    is our Almost-Heaven.

    #

  5. Escape

    Just the surf of
    Emerald waters
    Lapping steadily
    On the shores of
    Sugar white sand

    And God

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  6. 10,000 Lakes

    Water walks with you
    wherever you may be,
    it may be behind you
    or just around that tree.

    You can wet your whistle
    or just your feet,
    you probably can’t walk a mile
    without a bit of water to meet.

    So if you like water
    come to this land,
    nature filled her potholes
    and life in Minnesota is grand.

    • Wm Preston on said:

      This brings to my mind the Lake of the Woods area, at the little chimney atop Minnesota, where Minnesota, Manitoba, and Ontario mingle. Lovely.

  7. Minnesota, eh? I’d thought of Canada or Finland, so I was way wrong!

  8. connielpeters on said:

    Hiking to Bear Falls Near Telluride, Colorado

    Bright crisp morning beckons.
    Golden aspens rattle their song.
    Brilliant blue sky welcomes us.
    Towering pines tremble.
    Magnificent mountains demand admiration.
    Busy river rushes by.
    Cairns mark the path.
    Boulders begrudgingly allow us to pass.
    Cheery trekkers greet us.
    Rabbits and squirrels dash off.
    Deer and elk hide.
    Tall falls spritz icy spray,
    while we lunch.
    Sun bids farewell.
    Muscles breathe a sigh of relief.

  9. (Poem w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com)

    Tide Pool, Pacific Coast

    It’s in a little town
    Where, up late, you can see
    Chiton’s midnight walk
    Around
    The rocky shoreline,
    nightly.

  10. Shenandoah National Park, Virginia

    Southbound on the Skyline Drive,
    sagging spirits come alive.
    I’m addicted to this place,
    breathing in its gentle pace.

    Mountain laurel, touch-me-nots,
    trumpet vines fill earthen pots.
    Red-tailed hawks are often seen
    and the falcons Peregrine.

    Happy chipmunks stop to eat
    fudge they’ve stolen for a treat.
    Bear cubs running zag and zig.
    Mom behind them, head quite big!

    Overlooks with gorgeous views
    stimulate the muse in Sooze.
    Nothing here leaves me distraught,
    angry, sad or overwrought.

    Nature’s playground brings me peace,
    subtle joys I pray won’t cease.
    All I witness makes me thrive
    ‘til I’m back on Skyline Drive.

    © Susan Schoeffield

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  12. WmPreston on said:

    AT DWYER STADIUM

    In Batavia they have a team
    that plays the summer game;
    it’s in the lowest minor league
    and Muckdogs is its name.

    Most players there will never star
    in either major league;
    sometimes their skill is raw and rough
    and causes fan fatigue,

    but all in all it’s plain to see
    they really try. In short,
    they play because they really care,
    and really love the sport.

    So, still and all the summer game
    is still the place to go
    as summer fades and heaven’s stars
    replace the twilight glow

    copyright 2014, William Preston

    • This causes me to want to go check out a game or two…with a couple of boys I suppose I’m bound to. Great descriptions and for me, your closing with nature is perfect. 🙂

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  14. Outside the Box

    All we’ll need is a back pack
    a bottle of fresh drinking water
    a small portion of sunflower seeds
    bird, tree and wildflower handbooks
    a couple of blank pieces of paper
    a few pens and willing spirits
    the wind and a smiling dog
    small feet – big imaginations
    and hearts ignited with nature.
    The climb is challenging yet gentle
    the voyage is expanding and genuine,
    it’s beyond our door – spun of Gaia’s song.
    All we’ll need is the breath in our lungs.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

    This poem centered almost looks like a bottle of water. 🙂

    Mine’s not very informative of where I am but only of what we do.

  15. Priti on said:

    A Royal River Bank

    By the banks of the river
    near the Taj Mahal
    is a perfect spot to introspect
    and marvel in the wonders
    of all the worlds breathing in time
    There is an ancient encircling presence
    of ageless love and illusive death
    that shifts with sunlight cues and
    unfolds majestically
    the essence of its marble in
    teardrops of moonbeams
    Intricately etched ivory
    flickering a sacredness in
    the eternal beauty of longing, and love
    and the power inlayed in loss and ache
    A misty breeze sings a haunting soothe
    emerging from the heart of the lotus lake
    definitely not just man made
    Its a place of perfect balance,
    lush and green symmetry
    earthy heat and cooling hues
    a white reach for the splendors of the blue sky
    and all its unseen and visible shimmers
    where all one needs to do is simply stare
    and inhale royal hues of
    exquisite elemental beauty
    that congregates here
    by the banks of the river

  16. Darlene Franklin on said:

    I haven’t done Colorado justice, but better something than nothing . . .

    COLORADO CHRISTIAN WRITERS CONFERENCE

    Rocky Mountain high
    My Colorado
    Unparalleled home
    To live, love, and play
    YMCA camp
    At their footsteps lays
    Once a year scribes meet
    To learn, write and pray

    Elks bugle the dawn
    Two miles high sucks breath
    Praise songs fill the dome
    Wagons ride to lawn
    Campfire, beans, and songs
    Early mornings, I am drawn
    By God’s voice in horse’s neigh
    Celebration day

    • William Preston on said:

      I think this is a lot more than “something.” It actually reminds me of a song about another state, The Everlasting Hills of Oklahoma.

  17. Crater Lake

    Touted as the bluest, deepest lake
    in the United States, Crater Lake
    is a place I would love to see,
    especially since it is in
    the same State as me. I want
    to view The Old Man of the Lake,
    a tree said to be floating there
    for one hundred years. Wouldn’t you
    love to visit a place formed by
    a volcano? When I go, it will not
    be to camp. You can; I won’t.

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