Gordon Jerome


Campout - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Unpack the camper
Unpack the car
Don’t let young junior crawl off to far
Setup the cook stove here on this table
Then gather up all the wood that your able
Now go help the children as they fill water jugs
Then warm some up and wash all of your mugs
Now come over here and start building me a fire
And then move that clothesline a little bit higher
Is the camper level, has the furnace been lit
Can you grab me a drink before you come sit
I can feel a chill would you get me my coat
And while your up hand me my remote
Camp now all set with ice on the beer
Now to enjoy this rugged frontier.
“closing thought”
Gone are the days of wool blankets and beans
But todays extreme comforts are to much by all means


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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