He chose the winter camping site
and trod the trail some months ago.
He studied clothing which promotes
survival in the frigid snow.
He packed lightweight, nutritious food
for honing outdoor gourmet skills,
and coiled forty feet of rope
for practical knot-tying drills.
He calculated how to in-
still character in boys he loves.
With all that preparation done,
how did he forget his gloves?
... and he is going to need them! Your Magpie is delightful. Happy New Year ..
ReplyDeleteVery good Magpie. None of your rhymes sound forced and the metre carries the poem along very easily.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year.
honing outdoor gourmet skills
ReplyDeleteWhy does this sound like a contradiction in terms? LOL :)
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ReplyDeleteNice. I had to read this one out loud, T!
ReplyDeletelovely wonders in the end.
ReplyDeleteamazing twist. magical tale.
This is perfect ~T~! :-)
ReplyDeleteyikes...rope burns are no fun...gloves might come in handy...smiles.
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