Deviations On A Theme Of Camping Poem by John W. McEwers

Roll with me
the leaking floor
the rowboat still
aching from the smallest of waves.

Rock with me
the peeling paint
the hammock bare
bleached from the smallest of suns.

Fall with me
the crumbling timbers
the forest wet
broken in the smallest of storms.

Before you
Before me
Ham and beef
we are free to eat

it is love
it is love to cherish this
Meat is my miracle
break bread with me.

Haunt with me
the burning pit
the spit de-greased
a lipid homily.