Tale Weaver – #255 – Weekend – December 26. – Camping.

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Our weekend away

Full of expectation

Dad put up the tent

The beach was willing us to it

Our camping spot overlooked the rolling waves.

Then it rained.

Poured down,

Dad said to stay inside

The tent was water proof

But then a leak appeared

Dad said to move to the side

We huddled together

Still, the rain came down

Water was coming in under the tent

Dad dug a drain

But it filled

Spilled in over my clothes

I wanna go home I cried

Dad said it all part of the camping experience

Suck it up

Tomorrow will be fine.

What about now? We ask.

Water is getting deeper

The tent might float away.

Dad has had enough

Says let’s pack up.

Hours later, we are home, wet, unhappy, disillusioned.

The tent is up in the backyard

Dad says we’ll try another weekend

We protest,

He may have his work cut out for him.

 

 

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5 Responses to Tale Weaver – #255 – Weekend – December 26. – Camping.

  1. Sadje says:

    Taking unwilling kids on a camping trip is a difficult job!

  2. Good ole dad knows best, don’t give in to the weather. It’s just a shower. Two floods later…
    I liked the way you told it.

  3. Lyn says:

    Camping can be fun…sometimes. My oldest and I went camping one Easter at Kiama. It poured, our inflatable mattresses floated in our tent, but we had heaps of fun all the same. I wouldn’t like to do it now though 😀

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