Poem by C.C.
Camping for a Day
The winds are whipping through the pines;
As if they are calling out to me.
The deep blue sky is patches above the trees.
As the sun beats down upon my shoulder.
Rippling water flowing down stream with swirling currents,
As it rushes up and over boulders.
Clear, fresh water; icy cold.
Peaceful surroundings;
As birds chirp from their hiding places in the thick.
Calm I feel among natures sereneness.
If only I could stay;
But I'm just camping for a day.