Campers Grandeur

Fearless flames licking the night as the glow flickers fire in their eyes ah the tales round campfires light of Sasquatch shadows and cougars demise When sleepily those embers to ash burn down like marshmallows slipping to the ground lanterns cast their final shadows In exchange for adventures awaiting tomorrow A final gaze at a zillion stars shinning their sign of specked hope for a soul to know peace is only so far as blackened woods against constellations cloak As I lay me down to sleep not a care in the world can persuade me to take for granted my humble retreat safely bunked with my horses by the creek Sunshine flashes her brilliant stare like diamond wings playfully fluttering over morning rivers greeted with prayer while wee ones still in tents lay slumbering Until the hunger fails to quit resisting whiffs of luscious scent hash-browns and bacon crisp... with flapjacks bearing the final lament Here they come sleepy and wistful cocoa for the kido's hair in a muddle and coffee for the men now donning stubble the ones bearing tissue and the O'l faithful shovel The slightest breeze sweet smell of earth shooting, hiking, splitting wood traditions passed down again to preserve laughter in a still frame subtly procured Camping is the life, simple yet rich meadows of wildflowers by the lake kayak drifts near wild lavender I pick with a wave saying thanks to the boaters wake :-( Of all the trips money can buy exotic lands, places to fly... there's no place better to spend a summer then camping where the wonder comes uncovered