My stab at a fun camping poem. It should be noted here that I am not a professional poet and do not claim to be. No heckling please. 🙂
Ode to Camping
Camping runs in our family’s blood, it’s just what we do.
We are lovers of the outdoors, through and through.
The smell of the grill, the pop of the fire.
These are things of which we will never tire.
A campfire log shifts, sparks fly in the night air.
We draw in a deep breath, having not a care.
The chilly night is perfect … just right and not too cold.
Ahhh, camping in the great outdoors. This will never get old.
Want to simplify your life and take away the stress?
Take a camping trip and forget all the rest!
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