Article XML https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/view.article.php/99/c5 2026-04-26T01:04:03+00:00 https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/ https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/images/logo.png text/html 1970-01-01T00:00:00+00:00 https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/ wizanda https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/view.article.php/99/c5 Category: Poetry<br />Keywords: Nature,Remember,InnocenceThe smell of a camp fire;<br />In a van they had for hire,<br />Was how they traveled.<br />Everywhere they went;<br />Their money almost spent,<br />Not as far as meant,<br />They used their better judgement.<br />Then on a dark night,<br />In a forest of pine;<br />They saw some eyes looking,<br />To see just who be.<br />They cautiously went in too soon;<br />Out came a racoon!<br />To say "hello",<br />Yet they were too yellow.<br />So it stayed for a drink,<br />Or perhaps just to think.<br />Then gave them a wink,<br />To say "what do you think?"<br />Yet too slow to reply,<br />Then they were away;<br />Never to say,<br />What they saw that day.<br />