Homework for May '23. A Crossroad of Seasons.
Posted: Sat May 20, 2023 2:45 pm
Have been dragging the chain a bit, but this is a true story that happened Two weekends ago. Just in time for Maureen's prompts.
Only a slight bit of embellishment here and there.
A Crossroad of Seasons.
© Ron Boughton May ‘23.
The waters of Lake Windamere lapped calmly on the shore
a campfire crackling, glowing red! Who’d dare to ask for more?
The rising moon’s full rounded face was peaking through the gums
and bodies of celestial lights, so bright, showed Winter comes,
The billy boiling, and, the jaffle irons on the coals
projected visions that, no doubt, could lift the darkest souls.
But only grins of happiness, on these nights did belong
when camping with the family out on the Cudgegong.
On leaving home we’d travelled up the Castlereagh Highway
a road well known by Henry -written in another day-
And came a spot where Poplars showed seasonal change unfold
displaying turning coloured leaves to stunning yellow gold!
And on the hills beyond the road tranquility abounds
where peacefully the sheep graze, in their woolly winter gowns!
The air was rather chilly when we’d stopped for a brew,
but when the sun drilled in the back, it warmed the bones right through!
And now, it was the campfires heat, was warming to the bone
a fact, that all three dogs we took, there said we weren’t alone!
The early morn’ saw rising mist that camouflaged the lake
in silent stillness, that hung around, till most were all awake.
Then campfire brekky beckoned, and, hot choc mugs like hugs be
but really, campfire comfort is the stalwart …billy tea!
Then followed perfect weather, with the only thing required
embracing relaxation, which …serenity inspired!
Another night of campfire bliss, though showers came next day,
but being part of camping’s mix, are skies of blue and …grey!
Then all packed up and heading home (we'd heard the day’s forecast)
for as we reached Wallerawang, we struck the polar blast!
Snowflakes are kisses from heaven, but sleet is the devil’s work
as windscreen wipers struggled, to give vision through the murk!
But when at last safely home, thoughts turned to a glass of red
and most importantly! Put flannelette sheets on the bed.
Only a slight bit of embellishment here and there.
A Crossroad of Seasons.
© Ron Boughton May ‘23.
The waters of Lake Windamere lapped calmly on the shore
a campfire crackling, glowing red! Who’d dare to ask for more?
The rising moon’s full rounded face was peaking through the gums
and bodies of celestial lights, so bright, showed Winter comes,
The billy boiling, and, the jaffle irons on the coals
projected visions that, no doubt, could lift the darkest souls.
But only grins of happiness, on these nights did belong
when camping with the family out on the Cudgegong.
On leaving home we’d travelled up the Castlereagh Highway
a road well known by Henry -written in another day-
And came a spot where Poplars showed seasonal change unfold
displaying turning coloured leaves to stunning yellow gold!
And on the hills beyond the road tranquility abounds
where peacefully the sheep graze, in their woolly winter gowns!
The air was rather chilly when we’d stopped for a brew,
but when the sun drilled in the back, it warmed the bones right through!
And now, it was the campfires heat, was warming to the bone
a fact, that all three dogs we took, there said we weren’t alone!
The early morn’ saw rising mist that camouflaged the lake
in silent stillness, that hung around, till most were all awake.
Then campfire brekky beckoned, and, hot choc mugs like hugs be
but really, campfire comfort is the stalwart …billy tea!
Then followed perfect weather, with the only thing required
embracing relaxation, which …serenity inspired!
Another night of campfire bliss, though showers came next day,
but being part of camping’s mix, are skies of blue and …grey!
Then all packed up and heading home (we'd heard the day’s forecast)
for as we reached Wallerawang, we struck the polar blast!
Snowflakes are kisses from heaven, but sleet is the devil’s work
as windscreen wipers struggled, to give vision through the murk!
But when at last safely home, thoughts turned to a glass of red
and most importantly! Put flannelette sheets on the bed.
As for the flannelette sheets -I totally agree - you won me 
