Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Family
A family camping trip into the woods
Our backpacks packed our hopes would soon bemspent,
We took the mount with ease (I knew we could),
And found the glacier lake to pitch our tent.
As momma lit the campfire, we’re hell bent,
to net a piscine supper for our troop,
But dad dismayed, and mom knew what that meant,
Our gear was left at home, beside the stoop.
Alas, through challenges we tried regroup,
As raindrops pitter-pattered on our caps,
We worked to build a shelter from some wood,
A teepee standing strong would be our shack.
That bunch of tree limbs was a house sublime,
A scene of family memories for all time.
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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