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Tent Ride To The Moon
Contributed by
freckle
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Tuesday, 15th February 2005 @ 10:37:15 PM in AEST
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Tent Ride To The Moon
Moonlight shifts between the craggy branches of the old oak tree tonight.
It reminds me of the night, not so long ago, I took an unexpected trip.
It was a night like this.
Dogs howled at the moon that night.
A moon that seemed to hug the earth with eerie yellow fingers. A moon like this.
The night started out as planned, my mother let me camp in the yard.
I put my tent up at dusk. I think I felt it in the air, but I'm not sure.
I spent the evening watching the fog roll in,
wave after wave, the heaviness shrouded around me,
I pulled my blanket close as I huddled in my tent. Watching the fog,
I heard the dogs when they started, first one, his lonely cry echoing in the woods behind my yard.
Soon it seemed, there was a medlody of sorts, a chorus of canines,
following their primitive hearts, calling to the moon.
The night enveloped me, still, I sat. Soon, the lights went out inside the house.
All was quiet, except the dogs.
The fog moved and shifted, I saw the moon.
I can still see that moon, so big, so yellow, with dark clouds that skirted quickly by.
It seemed that even the clouds were shocked by the size of that moon.
I must have dozed off while I sat.
The next time I opened my eyes,
I could hear the faint chimes of the grandfather clock in the house,
it chimed three times.
Three a.m. I opened the fold of my tent and caught my breath.
That moon. It was still so huge, and still so yellow.
A gust of wind caught at the flap, tearing it from my grasp.
I hugged my blanket tighter and snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag.
I heard a howl, it must have been one of the dogs.
It was a strange howl, like he'd been frightened in his sleep.
I pulled the flap down tight.
I sat for a minute listening the the night sounds.
Then I heard the wind. I could hear it rustling the few leaves left in the old oak tree.
I heard the groan of the craggy branches,
as the wind pulled them out of their slumber.
I huddled deeper in my sleeping bag.
Then the wind began to howl. A few dogs barked as if to somehow quiet the wind.
All night, the wind still howled.
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Re: Tent Ride To The Moon
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by TheSchroedmeister on
Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 04:49:35 AM AEST
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A worthy journey, and a very worthy read.
Who can resist a howling wind?
Great write, hope to see more |
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Re: Tent Ride To The Moon
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by DorianChambers on
Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 09:11:20 AM AEST
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enchanting little story, would make a nice childrens tale . . .
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Re: Tent Ride To The Moon
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by lostinmyself on
Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 09:51:18 AM AEST
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There is some fabulous imagery in this. I could see the things you described.
I agree about the end..it's almost seems like an anticlimax, but I don't really have any idea how you could change it.
Great write anyway.
*hugs* Phil xxx |
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Re: Tent Ride To The Moon
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by secretwind on
Tuesday, 15th March 2005 @ 08:51:41 PM AEST
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