Gordon Jerome

Camp - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Within Lassens forest a peace can be found
Along Mill Creeks rushing stream
Camped at a place called Hole In The Ground
Its serenity can seem like a dream
At the end of the road beneath shady trees
As the campfire roars at my feet
Here in the mountains soft cooling breeze
Is where we may chance to meet
All are welcome that may pass by my fire
Just to visit or tell a story or two
Of these simple pleasures I shall never tire
Or of times I shared here with you.
“closing thought”
Embrace mother nature with wide open arms
And witness in wonder her glorious charms

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

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