The CampgroundA Poem by Merle Van DeeThe blood flowing redder
As the music grows louder Flying the colors Psychedelic, vivid, and wild. They sway in the wind To the rhythm of our collective blues. A festival of lights and sound, We're finally at the campground. Come gather 'round Spread peace and love around. © 2016 Merle Van Dee |
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Added on December 26, 2016 Last Updated on December 26, 2016 AuthorMerle Van DeePeoria, ILAbout"Terrible things happen to good people every day. Consequentially, I am not one of the good people. I am one of those terrible things." - Marianna Paige For more consistent writing follow my .. more..Writing
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