A Camp Poem

Nursing my baby by the campfire light,
A thousand crickets sing a lullaby.
The stars peek through the leafy canopy,
While the waxing moon glides across the sky.

Sleeping on a bed in a thirty foot RV,
Camping will never be the same.
The AC on in the afternoon heat,
Pioneer women would think me pretty lame.

Seeming endless hours of baiting hooks,

The poor worms stuck through twice.
Sun beats down on fish crazed boys,
Me wishing for sweet tea with ice.

Rattlesnakes, crawdads, and hornets,
What wonderful joys for three boys.
Who love to camp and love to fish,
And love to make so much noise.

Swimming, biking, and building sand castles,

Waiting for dusk to build a cowchip campfire.
Roasting marshmallows and cinnamon rolls,

Camping builds dreams that inspire.