Just An Old Cooler

Just an Old Cooler Not much to look at, Hard to carry, Won’t through it away. To you, it looks dirty, To me, it looks used. From the late 1960s To you, it appears empty, To me, it's full of memories. I miss my dad so much, The tears well up, flowing out. Camping trips to Spruce Knob. Just me and dad and The squirrel that got the Oreos. Yes, they eat chocolate. The cooler was full of ice. With drinks, sausage, bacon, Eggs, hamburger, hotdogs. and potatoes. Everything a father and son needed. Camel tent camper with Nothing fancy, two beds, Screened in room. Coleman stove on the picnic table, Old Cooler by her side. Fishing Spruce Knob Lake by day The fresh mountain air. Campfire by night Marshmallows, chair, lantern, Nature one of God’s greatest blessings. That old cooler made it to Cherry Grove Beach. Drinks and sandwiches for the day I just wanted to play. Drinks from the Old Cooler, refreshing. Old Cooler even went deep sea fishing. Drinks for the day. At the end of the day, Filled with Sea Bass to filet. Old Cooler you made me cry. Now I’m happy. You really are full of memories Thanks for letting me reminisce. Copyright © Robert Moore March 6, 2021