I’m not much for composing poetry, in fact, I don’t even know if this qualifies as a poem. It just kind of fell out of my fingers tonight.
Summer in the Badlands 
Sitting in the creek to stay cool
we laugh and sink in the silt.
Clothes dry quickly as
we kindle a fire, small at first but raging and smoky to
repel mosquitoes later.
The moon rises over the hill and
coyotes yip in serenade of it’s beauty.
Footsteps in the dark awaken us.
Our tent feels inadequate and we peek out
through the zippered flap.
A tall doe peers back before moving
on to drink.
Image credit to http://www.flickr.com/photos/larachris/
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It most definitely qualifies as a poem (I was a published poet, long ago..)
Beautiful, absolutely love it.
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I like the familiar “we” in the poem. Though it’s a mystery who the “we” is, it’s easy to identify with the wonder and vibe of the night.
Yep, sounds like a poem to me. And a pretty great one if you ask me =)
I’m the exact same way about writing poetry. I was right there with you here. Beautiful poem!
def a poem & a fine 1 at that
Wonderful. A descriptive, engaging and satisfying poem.
I really liked it. I actually understood it. That’s when I like poetry the most. honest, authentic and understandable! It painted an inspiring picture!
thanks for sharing.
Prose by any other name, always qualifies. Lovely!
Very introspective! My niece just went cross-country and camped in the Badlands – I couldn’t even imagine doing that, but it sure does look pretty!