(to be read just before Camping # 2)
You run through the grass Towards me "Spin me Mummy' you shout I twirl you around you laugh head back, smiling You wear butterfly wings immersing yourself in the nature of the field Our van witnessing our joy as we dance our way through the campsite meadow We become one when we camp Just each other for company And the details of the everyday We return home Exhausted from adventures And planning new ones.
little voices 