Sally’s been digging around my archives. Today, she’s sharing one of my more whimsical poems. Do stop by and have a read.

Thank you so very much, Sally, for taking the time to explore who I am. ❤

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Welcome to the  Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

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Delighted to welcome poet Dorinda Duclos to the series with the first of her archive posts. And I have selected a poem from 2014 that caught my attention.. and mirrors my sentiments exactly.

Camping by Dorinda Duclos

They pitch their tents
And gather sticks
They tell me I should try it
It’s fun they say
Come on and play
Sorry, I just don’t buy it
The forest folk hide nearby
They never make a sound
But I know they’re there
And try not to care
However, it’s much too quiet
A pat on the back
As they finish their tasks

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