Camping
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Camping can be a magical time for some.
For others it could be a horrific time.
But for me, camping is an amazing time.
Nothing can even compare to Pathfinder camping.
Surrounded by natural beauty, God’s greatest creation…
In the absence of urban ruckus and cacophony…
Crickets lull us to sleep, whippoorwills herald the dawn
Our church is going on a campout...
Tents with sand tracked in
and river-soaked clothes tossed
over sleeping bags.
A trail of trampled brush
leading to a brilliant fire
Wether it is camping or fishing I'm all in.
Nature for me is all the matters.
Being near to mother nature and getting to know myself.
I wouldn't be the same without her.
Reaching out into the darkness of night
I count the flickering stars,
and watch the leaves dance like flames
glowing in the moon's silver light.
The wind runs its cool fingers through my hair,
Before playing hide and seek
We took a flash photograph in deep dusk
The two of us, arms wrapped around each other
Beaming as her sister snapped the shutter.
Returning to our campfire
I know a place of love, one that's just sublime
I spend my time here daily in the summertime
In this place I can be myself, not what others like
I laugh and goof and smile on our many hikes
The meadow comes awake at the end of the day
Lighting up the sky bright fireflies
That summer breeze puts me at ease
Campfire life with friends by my side
Hey eh oh, oo ah
Hey eh oh, oo ah
The flickering candle lit the deteriorating cabin
An owl stood on a branch whooing out in the forest
The author sat at his old wooden desk
devising fantasies for the young ones
tonight blanketed beneath the stars I love
chattering by the fires'mores burnt to a crisplaughter-filled screamsmosquitos buzzing to sleepchipped nail polishheart-to-hearts beneath a setting sun
Far from reality
Toward God’s whispers
Over distant gray mountains
Beside azure lakes
Far from mint grasses
you wore your underwear
under your swimsuit
by accident
wet feet gathering sand
running to the tent
from ice water
tall over the campsite
the brown mountain looms
Summer time is here and along with that brings the family out.
Out on break from school and work, out enjoying what nature offers.
At our family cabin hidden back in the woods of rolling hills.
