Camping Out Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Camping out around the fire, guitar playing, strumming and
giving everyone a voice to be heard, wolves howling in the
near distance, but we just kept singing.

Our voices needed to be heard far and wide, at least we
thought so while sitting by the campfire, loving how we had
become one with the beauty of nature.

Not ever wanting to leave the comfort of the forest, desert
or mountains, all packed into one in the Arizona mountainous
desert and forest, calming our hearts and souls together.