Campground Poems | Examples

Waves

Waves
   In and Out
On the Shore
   Until you can see them no more

White caps
   Touch my toes
As I dodge the crabs that waddle by
And all at once I catch the football
   My friend throws 

Is the sun wanting to be
   Part of the fun
Yes, the love birds say
   We promise you can take a rest when the sunset is done 

Hop into the VW 
   Onto a cookout at the campground we know
Dreading the day we have to part
   With bikinis and trunks, yes it will start to snow

Waves
   In and out
On the shore
   Thank you for all your glamour and galore

Two Feet On The Ground

Give me a taste of two feet on the ground,
let’s go get dragged by the undertow;
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound;

Break apart whatever has you bound,
I’m all revved up and I’m ready to go;
Give me a taste of two feet on the ground;

With palm trees in a salt breeze drowned,
island time is a serpentine bandolero;
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound;

Stuck laid up maybe I’ve been clowned,
then again there’s a force to my flow;
Give me a taste of two feet on the ground;

There’s sugar sand on this campground
and waves trying to grab my big toe;
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound;

My soul is owned by the sea year round,
living on the Gulf Coast you already know;
Give me a taste of two feet on the ground,
I want to sit and taste the ocean’s sound.

VooDoo Ranger

'nother heartbreak
sorry
never hid one red flag
or warning label
 ...yet she tried
so 
not all my fault
but it's a pattern

I think I might 
until I know I don't
some brutal honesty
I squirm free of the noose to
answer the call of the wild
and put 500 miles 
between us 
before I stop for the night

at some nomad campground
stirring the embers in the
dying light
pondering 
what it all means

my love
she says I lied about

well it was blind
until it opened its eyes

now out of her arms 
and into my five dollar camp chair
nothing but the moon, the stars
and a VooDoo Ranger 
for company

staring out over that endless sea 
of loneliness
strumming my ukulele  
...singing softly 
"Can't You See"

Hidden

                   Don't speak.
              please stay silent;
         The night whispers so loud,
     this old campground remains haunted;
                     It's true, 
      legends that were burned in the fire;
                Solitary creatures      
                 watch from afar, 
                      hidden.

The Mcgainers Are Complainers

What makes the campfire boho I asked the complainer.
They are weird, loose and carefree, said Nosy McGainer.
She wears long ruffled dresses, Mr. Gainer suggested.
They have so much company, their camper is often congested.

I suggest you find another campfire, I told the McGainers.
They had been a blight on the campground for years, these complainers.
I met the boho couple and their children, all five were a delight.
The McGainers moved down the road, and we all had a great night.

Foxhound Pup - Nursery Rhyme

I frowned when I found my new pup was gone,
so, I searched all around for my little foxhound,
listening with profound intensity until dawn.
I was gowned but changed; headed to the pound,
in the eastbound lane that would take me there.
I yelled to expound, '"There's no time to spare!"

Traffic moved slowly, so I found a way round it,
now westbound, my nerves were coiled and wound.
I stopped at a campground and called his name, "Jit!"
I heard no barks or mewling. Not a single sound.
Pup, where are you? Hiding behind a hill or mound?
Did you dig holes in the ground, earthy and browned?
Pup, if you're lost, in salty tears I would be drowned.

Fears abound that I would never see his face again.
My spirits low, not much further can they be downed.
I heard, "Woof!" and my heart beat in quick refrain...
Quickly, Jit ran to me, faster than a racing greyhound!
All this time he'd been asleep in my car's backseat.
My pup continues to astound me with kisses so sweet.
He follows me everywhere, hoping for a doggie treat!



~   April 26, 2022   ~
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Fred and the Blue Feather-Gowned Bird

(Contest Rules:  Use as many words that sound like:
bound, browned, clowned, crowned, drowned, found 
frowned, gowned, ground, hound, mound, pound,
round). 

On the forest ground, Fred quickly found
a small bird downed and interwound
inside a nest mound- brown twig bound;
looking around- she chirped a sound.

Inbound winds made the nest unbound!
The bird was round, blue feather-gowned,
and must go homebound to rebound-
away from hounds in the campground.

Now, in the background, was a foxhound!
Fred, helmet-crowned- with bird spellbound
inside downed nest- climbed up, branch-bound,
to rebound nest a safe compound.

The once-downed bird chirped thanks abound!
The newfound branch was safe and sound!
For turnaround, Fred was renowned!
Saved the downed bird- blue feather-gowned!

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Weasel - Nursery Rhyme

Weasel was wiser than a coonhound
She weighed one pound, a foxhound
Traveled the campground and playground
Searched the fairground and all around
A sleuthhound, she would turnaround
Looking earthbound for something profound
On the rebound, her heart would confound
In the foreground was her hunting ground
She would often bum around and mess around
Searching the battleground for common ground
Renowned for her wisdom, though uncrowned
She took a ultrasound so she could stick around
Even going underground in the burial mound
Riding the merry-go-round so she could hang around





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April 14, 2022

Saddled With Onus of Penury No More First Plea

Good n plenti riches abound
unreachable to gentle
hermit while aboveground,
human ship of state 
fore'er stranded aground
only thru death do him part will
his grievous soul get spirited airbound

chokehold sensation ceased when freedom
against debtor's prison unshackled
humongous human corporeal being all around
to little monetary largesse
arrived too late to astound
pipe dream eternally left within background
jackass kippered, milquetoast pockmarked,

Goliath scarred, voodoo battleground
visible near completely bloody lovely bones
partly denuded flesh
buried shallow belowground
scouting, scenting, scrabbling
one after another bloodhound
clamors leaps and doth bound

nosing, trumpeting, yelping...
despite snout muzzled reinforced brassbound,
no deterrent grisly bared, limp, lifeless body
sacrificed at skull and bones campground,
despite decay tell tale 
hunch unearthed mound
picked over remains evince sound

They Went On a Vacation

They went on a mini vacation…they camped under the trees
to experience the wonders of nature at the springs of Manatee.

Because they are not cave people no matter where they roam
they brought with them their iPads, their computer and I-Phones.

But technology at the campground was…how shall we say….somewhat loose.
There was no signal for their I-pad or computer, and their phones were of no use.

So they spent their days and nights walking, talking and…listening with their ears
to the symphony of nature…
they ate breakfast with the deers.

They kayaked on the river and as they lazily paddled around
there were moments when 
even if they tried 
they could not hear a sound.

They spent their nights by the campfire and gazing at the stars
thinking about their life together and how lucky they both are…

And though they could not use their cel phones…
their computer 
or I-Pad
they both agreed it was one of the best vacations 
either ever had.

Campground

Crickets chime,
Nightlit clouded water shines.
Raindrops lightly pour on me,
Who knows what tomorrow will be.
Sleep in a cabin,
Sit round a fire.
Talk like we’ll never tire.
Voice of the darkness
Singing within silence.

Campground of Love

Campground of Love!

Welcome to the Campground of Love!
We pulled in tired and crabby from a long drive
across a hate filled land of concrete highways.
We were ready to "give it" to the next ******* who got in our way.
All we wanted was what we could find
in a place we kind of chose.
Instead we got the
Campground of Love!
With meticulous preparation we set up our new homes.
With paper plates and plastic forks and flowery table cloths
we declare ourselves.
And we smile constantly at passers by
with suspicious loving faces. (Both us and them.)
Never mind we're fat and soft and waddle when we walk.
This is the Campground of Love!
Never mind we're balding and our wives order us about mercilessly.
Never mind the mosquitoes and gnats that celebrate with us.
Never mind the damn generators and RV's everywhere
and the cops and rangers and rules and
my god, the prices!
This is the Campground of Love!
Set aside by an act of God.
Built with our safety paramount,
at as minimal cost as our
Cost/Benefit curves predict.
And managed at minimum wage.
This is the Campground of Love!
Our loved ones and your loved ones.
Together.
This is the Campground of Love!

I'M On My Way To Butte Montana

I'm on my way to Butte Montana, 
where the mountains reach the sky, 
and the eagles soar way up high, 
folks are friendly and give you a smile, 
it's the Montana way of saying stay awhile. 

I'm on my way to Butte Montana, 
need a change of scenery, 
where the forests are full of greenery, 
ranches spread throughout the land, 
cowboys on horses roping calves to brand. 

I'm on my way to Butte Montana, 
it is where I am bound, 
praying a job will be found, 
my lonely saddle needs a horse to ride 
so I can rope cattle with some pride. 

I'm on my way to Butte Montana, 
with shiny boots and a new ten-gallon hat, 
making me feel like a big fat cat,
as I act like a polite and handsome dude 
so all the ladies will not find me rude. 

I'm on my way to Butte Montana, 
staying a night at a KOA Campground 
with folks who are from all around, 
sharing a campfire with sparkling and glowing heat, 
knowing this is the life that cannot be beat.

Camfires and S'Mores

Two weeks of summer camping we spent 
Helping mom and dad pitch the tent 
Sweet memories of campfires and s'mores 
Enjoying time in the great outdoors 

Walking the trails on nature hikes 
Around the campground riding our bikes 
Sing alongs around the campfire 
Hot cocoa and a kiss before we retire 

Giggling 'cause we couldn't sleep 
Telling each other secrets to keep 
Rising to the smell of pancakes on the griddle 
Searching for the right stick to whittle 

Hunting the woods for little treasures 
Pinecones,leaves and a couple of  bird feathers 
Go to the beach water splashing 
Smiles for the camera we were flashing 

Packing the car time to head home 
Didn't want to leave we all groan 
But we have memories of campfires and s'mores
Enjoying time in the great outdoors

        - C.A.Saputo xoxo 

Some of my fondest memories as a child were the two weeks we spent camping every summer!  :)

Canoeing the Mississippi - Part 7

Oh let me sing of the river's people
No, not holiday boaters, but those rare few
Whose homes and hearts embrace the river, 
Trafficking in all that she so blithely carries.
Backyards a port of entry for wayward canoeists
Seeking naught but groceries and Dr. Peppers, 
Well, maybe an occasional Dairy Queen as well.

Dinners, showers, homes left open, conversations, 
Tales of those who came before, war stories, 
Worn proudly as they counted victory and loss as well, 
Fodder of a life well lived, trophies of significance
Those who wrote to thank them, those who didn't.
I see now too that I myself was not grateful enough, 
The safety of a home's backyard is holy ground.

Once as dusk was stooping lower
River banks loomed high above us 
Blocking view of a good night's campground
I spied tire tracks suggesting boat ramp
And pulled ashore to check it out.
Found above game warden's yard and home.
He drove us 30 miles to replace used camera film. (9)   

Poet's Notes:
(9)    The hospitality and generosity of the Minnesotan people we met on this trip was for me almost beyond belief. We truly were treated like celebrities.

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