Best Camping Poems

The fire pit has been made
The kindling has been laid
The match was put to the dry, dry wood
And the flames began to play

The fire now...

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My Inventory:

flashlights
high-performance yo-yo
poetry books
fishing poles
ice-fishing hut
regret
pocket knife
sharpening stones
laughter
boomerangs
passwords
life's artifacts
Grandpa's Fishing Hat
hope and joy
Guardian Angel
wooden snow-sleds
more poetry books
olde-tyme-radios
compassion
camping gear
Babar, the Stuffed-Elephant
Angel-in-a-basket
imagination
McCoy Cookie Jars
nature field-guides
forgiveness
Soup-friends
ties I don't...

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Thinking memories back in my childhood 
Only the meaningful ones I recall 
I have so many, some bad and some good 

Camping in winter, spring,...

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I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.

I...

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A Poetic Trilogy On Life's Great Beauty

(I.)
Beauty That Many Of Us Oft Miss

Skies dancing above Nature's treasures
With birds flying through its rainbow lights
Greatness, man can...

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Five strangers rode into Bodie, a small gold mining town
They didn't look at anybody and kept their heads down
At the Citizens bank they halted, it...

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Believing
Written: by Miracle Man
December 6 2020

I remember the day I first began believing,
To things of this world I’d long been cleaving.
Cancer was camping in my...

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Most of us play, our lives like a game
Both ends of our candle, consumed by the flame
Choosing a curtain, buying a vowel
Planning tomorrow, forsaking the...

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We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our...

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Satan in my bowels
All I can say is 'ow'
Cringing and churning
My biscuits are burning
I’m praying for relief
Some sort of lanolin leaf
Wondering why I wasn’t born
Before...

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It has taken me two months to write about this

It was me, you and him
All of us in my place 
I was drinking margarita, you...

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I am  a waterfall  , cascading , descending , trickling  down
all over your sunkissed shoulders  , and a hundred bare thoughts...

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I AM, "THE POETESS"

The array of pigeons stampede upon soft blue-white bears
camping on the mountaintops. Stretching shadows 
across green fields, slowly depart when sun yawns...

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Traversing Iceland's National Park, a timeless place, where daylight fills each passing hour
    and twilights ever brief. While volcanoes stand by sentinel,...

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I Remember the night we met 
Austin Texas. Halloween.
Neither of us in costumes. 
Falling oh so quickly,  oh so foolishly 

   
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