The Great Outdoors
The Great Outdoors
The great outdoors is a place filled with many fuzzy critters.
Yes, sometimes when I swim in the cold morning the water gives me the jitters.
I love the great outdoors, the great red wood trees wave at one another.
They wave at each other, as if they were family; maybe they knew each other.
Green patches of grass surround the log cabin that I occupy in the summer.
My pole casts away in a quick and timely matter, but of course, what a bummer
My prize and trophy fish got away from me in this white crappie infested water.
I guess the next thing for me to do is to dock this boat that rocks like a teeter-totter.
The summer time is the best time to be alive around the fourth of July.
Staying up all night into the morning looking up to see the night-lights of the sky.
As you grow older, you learn too appreciate the smells and sounds summer brings.
Enjoy the little things, like moss floating on the creeks, and even bumblebee stings.
Hamburgers and hot dogs, potatoes and gravy and don’t forget dessert.
This is the smell, sounds, and memories that are made in the great outdoors spurt.
Copyright © Trent Turney | Year Posted 2015
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