Dear Tara and Sandra,
By the time you read this poem, I’ll be on the banks of river
Soaking up sunshine, and probably damaging my liver,
With too much wine, and too many songs
Relaxing and doing nothing wrong.
Camping is my happy place, to feel the sunshine on my face,
Kick off my shoes and feel the sand beneath my toes
Stare into space and let my mind wander wherever it goes!
When we are camping, not much gets done,
We might fish, drink wine, do art have fun!
Away from home I’m free to be me,
Relaxing under the swaying gum trees!
Another month has come and gone,
#sketchathon, #BlogfestSeptember and #poetember are done.
I’ve drawn animals, machinery, trees and more
Written poems and lines and rhymes galore.
As always much fun has been had, even made some new friends.
But all good things must come to an end,
Looking forward to Octobers challenges-
Working out the prompts sometimes takes some balancing.
Thanks again for challenging me.
#poetember #kickinthecreatives #blogfestSeptember