It's time to find your inner child,
With a walk deep into the wild.
All you need upon your back,
Packed tight into a small rucksack.
Pay no heed to the clock,
You'll sleep tonight in a hammock.
As you wave farewell to the sun,
It's time to really have fun.
Nothing can quite compare,
To sleeping out in the fresh air.
Attach your hammock with some rope,
To two trees that will easily cope,
With all of your weight,
For in their strength lies your fate.
Putting up a hammock is quick,
With practice you'll become quite slick.
Hopefully you remembered to get,
A really good mosquito net.
High off the leafy ground,
Hammock heaven can be found.
Wild boar may pass in the night,
Without the slightest fright.
Your favourite designer pants,
Will be safe from marching ants.
But oh! The best comes last,
A hearty, tasty breakfast.
Snug in your personal swing,
Chocolate croissant will make you sing.
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This will indeed be a lovely experience...! ! Sleeping in the open on a hammock enjoying the salubrious breeze under the canopy of stars, unafraid of the passing beasts......! A beautiful poem Stephen!
Thank you Valsa. I've never enjoyed a croissant as much as the one that was thrown to me that morning as I huddled in my sleeping bag high off the ground.