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and castles and told each other our stories. A large yellow moon filled the horizon. You dove into the water and I followed your lead. We frolicked together, splashing water and laughing. Later under the stars we made love for the first and last time. A few months later I received a letter from your mother. You had died in a car crash.</p><p id="dd21">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="d2ca">If you like this story-poem, you may also like <b><i>At Heaven’s Gates.</i></b></p><div id="a143" class="link-blo

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Summer Camp

A Story-Poem

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You almost fell when you stepped into the rowboat. I caught your hand and you regained your balance, laughing at your clumsiness. You said little as I paddled to our secret cove. I could hear the waves gently rocking the boat. Earlier we had built sand castles and told each other our stories. A large yellow moon filled the horizon. You dove into the water and I followed your lead. We frolicked together, splashing water and laughing. Later under the stars we made love for the first and last time. A few months later I received a letter from your mother. You had died in a car crash.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

If you like this story-poem, you may also like At Heaven’s Gates.

Poetry
Camping
Youth
Death
Relationships
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