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Every so often I let my young self-take me back to the past. A time when I had just met my husband. We would go camping and fishing on the Callahan Mountain in Oregon. Of course, he did love his hunting. We would follow the small creeks and streams and dredge and pan for gold. We used to enjoy ourselves.
once young and alive
nights under black satin sky
two souls fervent love
I keep a box full of sentimental letters, pictures, and ribbons my children had won through the years as they were going to school. Today was one of those lonely days, I just had to get into the box and travel back to the past. It took me a few minutes to find the letter my husband had written addressed to me, postdated 10 August 1981. Reading his written words always warms my soul.
love written in words
treasure trove saved in a box
letter from the past
It starts off with, “Hi honey (Love you).” He writes about college and his grades, and how his time has been without me by his side. Then, he asked, “Where did you want to live when you get back? I miss you a lot, honey. Honey, take care of yourself and try to relax and don't worry about everything. Try to take a vacation and don't let the tensions build up and get nervous, you need a good rest. Guess I better close and get this in the mail. Love and miss you a whole big bunch! Love Sonja”
Even though he hated his name and went by Sonny, he signed it with his given name. His dad always called him Sonyal.
Since he is not with us, his written words are a comfort.
gone from each other
a part of a limb missing
untiring fervor
It had matured into
something totally
different from it's meager
begann9ings.
From what was made
a specticaule of
and doubted
now a realist view in light of
it's truth.
Practical and effeint
in every point of view
one spoke from up here
even the lowest places seem
worthwhile and meaningful
the depths of it's reality
has been encompassed and surveyed
usage of every inch seems
practicail and the effeinacy of
it structure
ensures it's success.
Made right by the hardest of work
designed and deticated to the
success of the project.
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they wanted to find sponsers to create a new
thematic game adventer.
25 miles a race with three teaams
that is centered on culinary arts and equestrain displays.
challenges from task and completion
designed to score and to be evaluated.
The completion of three meals
with rules that regulate there comnpletion and the effectivness of
the trained professionals who
are tasked with there completion.
trophies and ribbons
award iin a point system that has a grandprize and
evalution officail that award points all along the way.
Three teams start at a subzero position
and with both tradition and modern eqipment they are tasked to perform.
each team to consist of 25 memebrs
that are faced with challenges both culinary and
mechanical obsticlaes that have each team to complete in order to get fromn one position to the other.
From Camping to feeding clean-up then to relocating and waiting for the fall back indivdauls to advance and to be recamped.
Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls our Hopes Daylight Islands Now Appear
Time prevails Night Is Gone Chased by Son in the Sky
Back Far Back, From A Place I Saw, Silver And Golden Islands I Have Known.
Mackinaw Son Bring Me Back; Bridge Motors people Dash Up, Let's Not Rush And Waist Our Chances. Pull Out Your Maps with The Sun Star LIght we'll Go
They'll Give Us a Hope that grows with the Morning light;
They'll help us to know and show where our Parents led.
Look how The Islands Glow, .... Mackinaw Michigan's The Place sure I know
Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls Our Hopes daylight Islands now appear.
time Prevails night is Gone Chased by Son In the Sky
Back Far Back from A place I Saw
Silver And Golden Islands I have Known
Till We've Skippered And Anchored Safe Again At Home!
Camping Down By The Shore!
Sammy was eager to please the woman of his desires and dreams.
He pretended he liked camping, and pitch tents by mountain streams.
She asked him about cats, and he pretended he liked them a bunch.
She gave him an arched eyebrow, because she kind of had a hunch.
You like them? She asked, and he assured her that he did indeed.
He would rather have a dog, rhinoceros, dinosaur or mangy steed.
But he wanted to impress her, so he lied through his teeth, but good.
Thinking he was making progress, he felt happy where he stood.
One night she said “Let’s make sure we are compatible, okay?”
His first instinct was to turn tail and swiftly run away.
Sammy wanted to win her. He said, sure, pretending he had no care.
She opened a door and there were fifteen creatures sitting in a chair.
They want to meet new daddy, she said; she walked in with a breeze.
Not feeling comfortable, Sammy's body began to shake and sneeze.
I love cats, he lied through his teeth, hoping he looked at ease.
She told him. I am allergic too, and she began to choke and sneeze.
the woods were abnormally quiet
we pitched our tents in silence
honoring the quietude of the forest
I noted some gorgeous pines in the distance
heard a tiny sound, turned and saw a deer’s white tail
She had leaped into the thicket, so I missed the rest of her
my camping buddy whispered for me to come closer
I did, and he handed me his binoculars.
Don’t make any loud sounds, but look over there.
I did not see anything unusual at first.
He gave me additional directions, and I noted one unusual tree.
It seemed to be thicker than the others.
I commented on it. He told me to magnify the lens
There was an enormous bigfoot staring at us.
I nearly dropped the binoculars. My mouth squeaked.
Don’t be afraid, my companion said. I have seen this one before.
Suddenly I knew that he was out of his mind.
I did not know whether to run away or to stay.
Bear Facts
It was not the way it was supposed to end,
alone, surrounded by others, all alone.
There had been plans, always to be
together, warm and tender memories.
Aging, wrinkling at the edges,
balding, worn and saggy, left in empty
rooms, propped on too clean sheets,
moved from place to place by unfamiliar
hands. Drooping eye and sloping shoulder,
reminders of more active times, of baby
teeth and playgrounds, wet nights of
camping in the yard and hugs, long and
loving hugs by friends who made us
promises and then grew up, moved on
and left behind their truest friend,
a Teddy Bear.
John G. Lawless
11/24/2013
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
It all started in North Carolina
Home of my heart and physique
I don’t think it’s praised in China
Because of such blazing mystique
It began at Keystone Camp in Brevard
Where children were so delighted
To discover the wonders endeavored
By those creative minds, so excited
It was like a sort of storybook dream
Reflections of joy inspired by the heat
Christmas in July was the big theme
Stockings for Santa made it all complete
It felt like a joy beyond all belief
Hearts were adoring all the festivities
The spirit of Christmas was such a relief
From the regular camping activities!
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Used: Rhymezone to check rhymes
Dated: July 11, 2022
Article in Southern Living about Christmas in July beginnings
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
Summer stands for beaches, parks, and camping.
In June most flowers will be in full bloom,
Zinnias, Begonias, and sweet-scented
Zephyranthes share every color, while
Lavender freshens the air with each breeze.
In July, a thirsty sun sips dewdrops,
Night deposited upon the moist blades of
Grass that now sparkle in dawn's breaking light.
Hot, humid, and sultry, describe August's
Oppressive, sweaty, sticky, seek shade days,
Thank God, the public pools stay open late.
Summertime's for fun and relaxation,
Under the shade of your favorite tree.
Many find that the warm weather somehow
Makes them feel more connected to nature,
Especially if they flee the city,
Rather than stay in a concert hotbox.
Dog days of summer drag out the heat
And the chilled breath of fall sounds appealing.
Yet, I'll take summer's heat over winter's
Snow anytime, I’m no fan of the cold.
(Acrostic)
06/14/2020