The Cricket’s Serenade

I took the Jeep and drove to the Lake,

I blew a tire, I can’t catch a break!

What is worse I had no spare,

My phone had no signal, I was stuck out there.


Besides my dog I was all alone,

I felt an ache creep up under my breastbone.

I pitched my tent, gathered firewood, for it would be dark soon,

Listening to the cricket’s serenade, we sat by the roaring fire. Under the moon!

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