Morning fire warms the camp
As old woodstove drives back the damp
Cooking breakfast by rustic lamp
To the table we all scamp.
Crispy bacon cooked all brown
Buttery pancakes to gulp down
Maple Syrup enough to drown
Tastes so good we seldom frown
Nothing beats a good camp meal
Satisfaction ,no gourmet appeal
Warmth in your belly you can feel
Time for a nap so your soul can heal .
By Luke Nov 18th 2007