d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves?
Kim has us doing a little ‘eavesdropping’ in the Pub
Secrets
The sound of rain dropping
From the eaves takes me back
To a wet summer night
To a wooden cabin and girls,
Giggling from their bunks,
As they eavesdrop on
Their counselor kissing a boy
Behind the building where
No one would ever know
rhymeswithbug 
🙂 I was a randy teenager when I was at summer camp Candy, so I got a great charge out of this… 🙂
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😅
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I guess they were wrong as a cabin-full found out hee hee. I remember slumber parties and lots of laughs, thanks for the reminder.
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Nice work, Candace. My only experience with summer camp is from watching movies about summer camp. Seems like you captured that perfectly clearly, if Hollywood is a reliable reporter. Well done.
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Such a fun memory, smiles.
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This is delightful! 🙂
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I never went to a summer camp or any kind of camp when I was young, so I enjoyed your tale of teenagers eavesdropping, Candy. I love how you set the scene in the opening lines, which made the clandestine kiss even more risky.
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I suspect there were a lot of such comings and goings at summer camps!
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You made me 😊 nice one
STAY SAFE
Much💝love
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The summer camps I went to was mostly in scouts but I do remember the laughs (but I guess boys don’t giggle like a gaggle of girls)
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