The fire is warm
and welcoming; as if
every crackling spark
is bringing us closer
together.
Fireflies dance overhead
like a tiny million
fireworks applauding
our simple act.
The stars that blanket
above us, sway to the
song of the night sky.
Our boots, lying next
to our bare-feet,
caked with mud tell
stories of past
adventures.
The open tent door
is an invitation,
asking us to take the
rest it offers, but not
telling us to hurry.
The fishing poles speak
of battles; some won,
others we lost.
While the night wanes
to an end we are
reminded of our
memories of trips past,
and the longing for more
to come. And as the once
populated field
disappears in the rear
view mirror we know
our task: Not to wait
too long before we
enter into nature
once more.
“Keep close to Nature's heart...and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” - John Muir
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