Camping Poem by James Casey

Camping

We camp always to be with our friends
Can't wait to get there, hate it when it ends

We always know where our campsite will be
We park our camper by the best scenery

When tired of driving, we go to our lot
With some conniving, we have the best spot

A site by the water with much to do
And watch all the campers in boat or canoe

Fishing, swimming and drinking is the best
Camping after working, we need the rest

By a campfire dining, stories to tell
A lease I'm signing, no better hotel

Haven't been camping? You're missing the fun
Outdoors, no pampering, rain, wind or sun

Fresh air, wildlife, walking a well traveled path
Only, my wife can't wait to take a bath

Me I prefer the river......

Jim 1995