Fonferek <3 a poem by me

Call up my friends pile in the car

all of us know exactly where we are.

My second home has no roof

To some the woods seem aloof.

We’re going into the forest

get ready for it.

Wearing a fresh pair of Vans

is a pretty bad  plan.

Stepping stones on the river,

Fall in? I never.

I have a map, it’s the back of my hand

Always a great time, tell me it isn’t grand.

Climbing rocks to get to the top

This is our land, there are no cops.

When the sun sets it’s time to go

better safe than sorry even if you are a pro.

Pile back in the car, it’s time to leave

anyone who doesn’t like Fonferek is just naive.

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