Adeline Foster

Gold Star - 9,222 Points (Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)

Camping - Poem by Adeline Foster

. Camping


When day is done and I am tired
And grown-ups sit out by the fire;
For they have said that I must go,
Snuggled in each hand and toe,
To my bed where I must wait,
Though it’s not so very late.
To hear the grown-up’s murmuring voice
Telling secrets by the choice
Of “he” or “she” instead of names
(For I have learned these grown-up games) :
And many a crumb of gossip here
Falls upon my drowsy ear.
Stars are winking in the sky,
Slyly telling me that I
Must n’er repeat those grown-up words,
Else they will know that I have heard.

Topic(s) of this poem: humour


Comments about Camping by Adeline Foster

  • John Brown (9/8/2013 9:32:00 AM)

    I like this poem Adeline. It flows beautifully. (Report)Reply

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  • Adeline Foster (8/7/2013 3:26:00 PM)

    Written in 1982, . South. Mountain campground. (Report)Reply

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  • Smoky Hoss (8/5/2013 5:59:00 PM)

    Very nice, sweet, and true! (Report)Reply

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  • Heather Wilkins (7/24/2013 6:34:00 PM)

    nice write about comping days. for I have learned these grown up games. good quote. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 12, 2015


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