I like camping in the forest, truding up the trail, reading signs in english and in Brail. Ahh... the click of the crickets, the chirp of the birds, stopping to read the map, decipher symbols and words. Oh no! I've found another bug bite and a really great campsite! Put down the footpad, set up the tent, Its a good thing the poles aren't bent. Make sure to put the rain fly on, Look! there's a deer fawn! Now its time to eat, turn on the stove and heat. Pour in the water and the rice and hope this meal turns out nice! After dinner start a fire, but first gather wood. I want to light the match, but I don't think I could, I think dad rather would. Now that we are watered and feed, its time to go to bed. Roll out the mats and sleeping bags, blow out the candle and lamp, and hope the floor isn't damp. And fall asleep listening to the click of the crickets, the chirp of the birds... Rise and shine! its early morning, time to eat breakfast same as before, this is never a bore! Now its time to clean-up camp, the ground is still a little damp, pack things up, check the list, hit the trail, head into the mist. The trail is wet, the trail is cold, the trees and plants are covered in mold, as many have been told, you don't need to be bold, to have fun camping in the hot afternoon sun!
Reason for writing:
I love to go hiking and camping with my dad on the weekends, especially on the Appalican Trail. Father's Day was coming up so I wrote him a poem about camping. I just love to write poetry!
Birth sign: Taurus
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