Campground evenings

Little dogs yip yap when Other dogs invade their camping space.

Other dogs prance, letting the little dogs know they are outside, and the little dogs are not.

Light breeze brings whiffs of charred meat.

Neighbors sit in the dark. There is a buzz of conversation – gossip? sharing stories? – then sharp laughter.

Children protest bedtime, loudly. Parents insist, even louder. Inevitably, tears.

Tree frogs, cicadas, and crickets create a symphony of peeps, clicks, and chirping.

Eighteen wheelers, whining tires, gathering speed, racking up miles while the traffic is light.

Fire engines, ambulances and police cars declare, “Emergency! Make way for me!”

And the trains. Wail. Clack, rumble. Raucous whistle and aggressive long-lasting air horns overcoming all other sounds.

Then. Tree frogs, cicadas, crickets.




About Jaye Bee

Multitalented Farmer: chickens, eggs, truck garden, and of course, worms. Author, Storyteller, Listener, Observer. Love Jesus! Website: Copyright Notice This website and its content is copyright of J.A. Barrett © 2009-2017. All rights reserved. Thou shalt not plagiarize. (See Commandment #8)
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2 Responses to Campground evenings

  1. Bill says:

    Pretty much covers it. ily


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