Emma sniffing the morning air, red winged black birds chirping in the reeds along the lakes edge, chipmunks scurrying over old, downed trees. The morning sunshine feels good on the face as I smoke my briar.
CAMPING
by SwittersB
Camping has always been about receiving and bestowing
Early in my life the preparation by Dad was full of strife
Planning what to take was always countered by his wife
At odds they argued, packed and repacked and that was life
Good friends were invited to tag along thank goodness
Fishing was the first passion of camping
Girls camping nearby became the new passion
I learned to build fires, to set up camp in a fashion
Later I passed on my acquired skills to my family with pride
Over the years no activity has so satisfied
As Camping’s assorted visual and bestowed blessings
Family, nature’s bounty, time for introspection
Trees, water, mountains, fresh air provide an injection
of renewal and help remove the grime of urban blight
Morning coffee and my briar, sitting by the camp fire
My dog sniffing the air nose held high, I am lost
Lost in thought of the past. Regrets, sadness, stress
The morning birds chirping, the ease of the dawn
Removes the grit in the mind, removes the harshness
I am refreshed while the family still sleeps
