CAMP OUT

With the flames licking away fright of the night,

In a circle around a patch of earth:

The Boy Scout troop—so tried and true—

Each one alone with his secret fear

Of some unknown beast from every sound.

Even total silence was cause to peer

Into the night for the ogre waiting, waiting.

The younger now tried desperately to sleep,

As the older scouts stood watch in the night—

Four hours alert and four hours asleep—

Keeping the fire burning high and bright

Until morning brought in the rising sun

With no one missing and no one harmed.

What tales will they tell of this first night?

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