March Camping
Stuck in a vortex
of warm and cold,
camping mid-March
is pretty bold,
As I try to light a cooking fire
I shield it by holding an umbrella,
and feeling like Mary Poppins,
almost get blown away like a feather,
Thunderstorms at night right
over my tent as I try to snore,
with angels in heavens bowling alley
dropping huge bowling balls,
Bears coming out of hibernation
having voracious appetites,
thought I saw one by my campsite,
and hope they don't come by for a "bite",
Went hiking and came back
feeling like a drenched lame duck,
I feel I'm slowly quacking up,
on account of not having any luck,
So I decided to pack up and go on home,
cos' nature is still way in limbo,
seeing a bear in my rearview mirror,
thanking God I was in my cars interior!
3-22-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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