Waiting through the years for a genuine love to keep
me warm on cold nights in the tent when camping.
Listening to the coyotes howl, seeing the moon, look-
ing yellow way up in the sky.
Enjoying fresh pine scents after a gentle rain sprinkled
down upon us.
No need to seek shelter because it feels so good, refresh-
ing us before making dinner.
Still going camping, fishing and boating, even after 42
years of marriage.
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