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 is burning bright
The coffee pot is on
It is the way to start the day
On this cloudy, misty morn
The quiet of the darkened night
Flowed back thru greyish mounds
The moon was playing hide and seek
With drifting wispy clouds
A shadow blanketed the camp again
Closing out the morning light
The breeze then chased a leaf down hill
Like a windblown handmade kite
The icy hued moon was sliding
It soon would leave our sight
The hope for sun should soon come about
From this sharp and frosty night
And from the sky quite unexpectedly
Came rain drops as big as grapes
It pattered through the shroud of trees
A whooshing sound it makes
The raindrops hit the burning logs
With a hissing reptile sound
That caused an apparition of pure-white smoke
To eerily hug the ground
As fast as the rain began to fall
It just as quickly did dismiss
And lanching shafts of sunlight
Replaced the lingering patchy mist
The sleepy woodlands did then awake
To the grandeur of a brand new dawn
And flitting through that peerless sky
The birds began their morning song!
Gentle ripples of clear water trace the banks
Where there are stones washed perfectly smooth
By the silent waves caressing their sleek veneer
And whispering echoes of tenderest serenity
Through the air that is so very fresh and clean
Bright, hot embers burn inside the circle
Where coals have turned the wood to heat
Warming the chilliness with breaths of hope
Brought on by the knowledge that everyone
Who visits this place will feel the grace here
Smoke drifts up toward a dark, evening sky
Stars surfacing in the distance, twinkling, dancing
Laughing at the moon who is lighting the night
With the assurance that there is true love living
Inside the hearts of those who share their feelings
Scents of grilling and insect repellant and night
Sooth the spirit with a sigh of contentment that is
Like peace freeing the soul to move toward insight
Into inspiration, elation, a haunting mystery growing
In honesty and praise, worshiping the One who saves
Enlivening and exciting, reflections of dreams invite me
To share my heart and soul, my inner faith and hope
Everything that gives and knows that real love unfolds
Among the ones who are willing to let go of their inhibitions
And fulfill their destiny with prayers for strength and wisdom
Nocturnal creatures lift their voices to sing through the dusk
Owl, opossum and raccoon make their presence known
Capturing their prey without creating any fuss or protest
With only their senses and purpose aroused, they whisper
Revelations of insights that only the wild creation experiences
God’s wisdom comes alive in the brilliant ebony of nightfall
Reminding hearts just why there is nature’s beauty to enchant
And delight, inspire the hope for tomorrow’s insight into
The future – where wisdom grows and freedom flows with
A sigh of whimsical pleasure at sharing in God’s creativity
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A cascade of fluidic silvery energies;
luminescence performs a ballet
across the waterfall hills.
Mirrored in the aqua,
Mother moon casts her facade
as water-spray tap-taps out its song
upon the river.
I am entranced as hues of blue
pervade my senses;
a spiritual moment erupts within,
as I survey the light and
a shooting star passes by
to wish upon.
My heart sings to the rhythm
of nature’s voice,
greeting Luna.
- I am brave and big boy
- Can I go camping
- Adrian my smallest grandchild
- I can do it myself
- Where are you going
- Not very far
- In the garden at great grandmother
- Great grandmother is dead my little friend
- Yes, I know
- The place that she has her gravestone
there will I set up my tent
- At night, I would tell her that I still miss her
A true small story ...
Children have many beautiful thoughts and question
- However, there became no camping
14,07,2013
A-L Andresen :)
bushes berry filled
mouth stuffed, sated, stone stands up
black bear! I’m holed, freed
Camp fire grows cold,
The campers are going home;
Time to be sad.
Unsure of the time
with no schedule to be kept
bliss in the forest
Return from cold trails
to find a crackling warm fire
and freshly grilled trout.
black bear-
smells from frying trout
over hot coals
Is there anything MORE miserable
Than camping in the rain
If you know of something
Write to me at “Soaked To The Bone”
Underwater, Ontario, Canada
This was my first time experience
Camping in the great outdoors
Of all weekends to choose from
Weather could not have been worse
Except perhaps a hurricane or a tornado
This was my first time camping
It may have been my last
I trusted the official weather forecast
Which predicted warm and sunny days
For the next six... SILLY ME!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Babies crying in an orange,
Evening breeze.
Instead of hot dogs I get slobber.
Nudging branches away from the soft and sweet head,
Geraniums droop into view while we climb.
Her elbows folds tight against my body, safe from the forest chill.
Unknown shrieks are heard somewhere deep in the verdant, carpet of trees.
Mila chucks her nook in response, complete, blind confidence in herself.
Ascending to the dirt road troubles ease as we flatten out.
Never had we a care, never had we a worry.
As the fire subsides
in the bleak campsite
and the darkness settles in.
It's almost time,
so get in the tent!
The "fun's" about to begin.
So gather 'round
and make your bets.
There's money to be made.
The stage is set
and the weapons placed.
No time to be afraid!
Just close your tent
and stay real still.
Pretend like no one's home.
But they'll find you
and when they do,
your tent shaped like a dome,
Won't be enough
to save your life.
No matter how hard you try,
they'll never stop
so just give up.
It looks like you're going to die.
There's only one
way to beat him
a noose big enough for two.
But all your fear
clouded the truth
that the monster was really you.
Camping beneath the shimmering stars
Makes me realise how insignificant we really are
The moonlight gently caressing the world outside a canvas door
Such a beautiful, calm picture, I often find myself longing for
In the wilderness, back to nature
Far from the ever growing lights of the town
Away from the hussle and bussle, far from every thing that makes me frown
The peace, the tranquillity
Time to consider your own reality
Following the natural cycles of the earth
Some how reconnects you to your own self worth
Sleeping from dusk till dawn
Being woken by the birds morning song
Date: 2005
Camping in Nature
See the sun rising
Engulfing the world in flames
A new morning sky
Sunlight streaming through
As though mountains are on fire
Wispy clouds floating
A dragon winding
It’s way through the massive green
Spitting milk-white foam
Bright flowers blooming
Waking to the morning dew
Swaying to the grass
Dawn settles itself
Like mist clinging to the air
Painting the sky darker
A great shining ship
Keeping company at night
Sailing in our dreams
Tiny, angel faced, fuzzy headed, little girls with baggy pants, bowed legs, toddling about.
A Wet Minnie Mouse towel hanging on a makeshift clothesline,
alongside others with college logos's and Elvis ;
Fifty something year old women in skimpy, ill fitted bathing suits,
unaware that gravity has shifted when they were not looking ;
Noisy, gas, golf carts loaded with teenage boys,
looking for golf carts loaded with teenage girls ;
Pot bellied, old men looking at golf carts full of teenage girls...wistfully ;
A big swimming pool full of screaming kids, splashing and pushing
their very best pal under the water ;
Cooking aroma's wafting through the park at five o'clock each evening ;
Camp fires burning until dawn ;
Fat ladies eating huge piles of ice cream stacked on a cone,
vowing to diet next week ;
a young couple with two babies renting a cheap, on-sight camper,
waiting for fancier digs, when they hit the lottery ;
A young father, beer bottle in hand, pushing a child in a stroller round and
round the park, until the baby falls asleep ;
Old men pulling into the park with rigs costing more than a house,
not to be out done by the guys that came before them.
I LOVE CAMPING !!!