w c



We looked forward to our campfire

Each time we camped back then

We gathered around every one

And enjoyed our time their spent


We split the wood with axes

And a wedge of perfect size

It was a rite of passage

That the young men all survived


I can still smell the oak

That rose from the site

With the smoke in our clothes

And watering our eyes


We roasted many weenies

And cooked a hearty stew

It warmed us deep inside

As few things really do


We left our campfire doused

And were thankful for our time

We respected all about

With the next guy there in mind

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2017 09:22
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 25


  • Drewp

    A nice memory. I love camping. It seems to cleanse the soul.With grown up children now it’s just my wife and I who go.A lovely write.

    • w c

      Thanks Drewp! Camping really is a family thing. It is a bit of quality time experienced by many.

    • orchidee

      Lovely write wc.

      • w c

        Thanks orchidee!

      • Shadowbox15

        Simply wonderful.

        • w c

          Thanks Shadowbox! I appreciate your comment.

        • lasergraph

          I love camping. You painted a good picture of that time.

          • w c

            Thanks L! I'm honored you enjoyed the poem.

          • Tony36

            Some of my favorite memories of living on the farm, are of camping in the back woods. Great write

            • w c

              Thanks Tony! Many have enjoyed the thrill of camping. It's definitely worth the try.

              • Tony36


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