Pleasure Unsurpassed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Collecting ourselves daily, we humans get exasperated with
daily routines and aggravating people bothering us, wanting
to be ourselves, having the freedom to do whatever pleases
us the most.

Never having evil or harm on our minds, just treasuring
and caring about our friends and family, taking our moods
in stride, trying to keep busy, taking care of necessary
tasks in life.

Poetical treasures being a delightful bonus added to the
exquisite purposes in intellect.

Highways taking us far away from our troubles when going
to the lake, mountains, camping, getting far away from
the city and it's stressful pressure on our beings.

Having the time of our lives as we build our campfires,
set up our tent, eat and hike through forest trails,
nothing on our minds.

Being settled into a regime of quiet, soothing, tranquil
serenity - at one with nature - catching fish, cleaning,
cooking and eating them around the campfire, marshmallows
and 'smores for desert.

Singing, talking, enjoying our family camping trips to-
gether, a pastime we still have even now as we all go off
into the wilderness - all eighty-two of us.

Having fun and enjoying nature with one another, a pleasure
unsurpassed in this life on earth.