Camping~

A long ride on the four-wheeler. A green place in the woods.  Sitting by the river.  Worms in a bucket.  Fresh  perch on the line.  A blanket to lay on.  Birds singing.  Little boys laughter about some discovery under a log.  A hand to hold.   A tent to raise.  A fire built low.  Darkness settling over like a quilt.  Marshmallows sticky on graham crackers.  Owls calling to one another above me.  The deep cover of the forest and the sounds that go with it.  No man-made  intrusions.  No hurry - hurry.  No destination except the one where we are now.  This is camping, but it's more than that , too.  This is the meaning of summer.  This is the purpose of life.  This is LOVE.


Ruby Jeanette