The Campground

The Campground

A Poem by Merle Van Dee

The 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

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Merle Van Dee
Merle Van Dee

Peoria, IL



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