Here’s a fun little poem I wrote camping a couple of years ago.
Sitting at the campground Birds and squirrels all on the ground Not many people to be found Everyone’s still sleeping sound Sipping on my coffee Breeze blowing through the trees Birds singing a melody The lake view right in front of me Enjoying this peaceful time Texting a friend of mine Feeling sweet sunshine Letting my brain drop some rhymes Son is fishing, worm on hook I’m bout to read a good book Then at some work take a look Then get dinner ready to cook Watch the kids play all day Can’t wait till husband’s on his way A few more days we get to stay Take the boat on the lake and play Camping is a lot of fun The neighbors, water, peace, and sun We love it, every single one And now my camping rhyme is done
