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
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