Camping Trip

(written Wed. 12/10/03—deep in winter when I was craving nature and warmth)


On top of the mountain
All covered with pines
I pitched my small tent
Amidst all those vines

My labrador, Smokie
Was with me that night
He liked to lay by me
Till it was daylight

I woke in the morning
My dog was asleep
I was one big itch
And wanted to weep

The blisters were much more
Than which I could stand
I packed my belongings
And left that high land

Forgive me my Smokie
I’ve cut your trip short
Ruined our vacation
And been a bad sport


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