High Sierra
The camping life is all we need to cherish a vacation
The low stretched arms of mountains, spread, have called for our attention
Our summer place, serene and free, no worries in our backpacks
No need to vent, just take a breath, to relish lodge-pole scent
My children play on the water's edge enjoying their own reflections
Tossing pebbles, one by one, and soaking in the fun
While tossing sticks, our Lab is quick, to run and fetch them all
He dives back in, ..we're once again, impressed by such conviction!
He's back on shore, he shakes! ... .His chore, is to drench us to the core!
Togetherness, envelops us, beneath the midday sun
I want to write a poem, a verse.....but cure my own distraction
Beholding beauty such as this, would cause the tongue to swell
My pen would dry, and so would I, for words could hardly tell
Serenity is ours for free, with earth and sky we dwell
So overcome with majesty, and tranquil peaks of snow
The stillness of a mirrored lake, unlike I have ever known
I've put away the waiting pen, and put away my muse
For, I hear the family calling me, and though I have excuse
It's time to gather kindling wood, for a fire in the pit
With s'mores to make, we'll not forsake, marshmallows on a stick!
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4//22/15 For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: Memorable Vacations
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