Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Saturday, October 17, 2020

OctPoWriMo 16: Morning Musing

Went to the cupboard,
the shelves were bare.
What was I hoping
to find there?

Drank my morning coffee,
down to the last sip,
Covid stats up,
Time for a trip.

What's over that next hill,
why are we waiting?
I want that unexpected thrill,
No hesitating.

Pulled out the suitcase,
filled it to the brim,
How could I travel
without him?

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  1. LOVE this poem! I hope you actually do get to travel when it is safe to do so.

  2. Nope...out of the question
    Hold hands go shopping or for a walk and make it a travel adventure
    Writers can do this...useful if one cannot travel for whatever reason
    James Taylor song...In my mind Im going to Carolina
    an oldie but a goodie....just like us :)