A Night At The Camp a quiet retreat of peace and solitude.
A night at the camp. To those who love solitutude
A NIGHT AT THE CAMP
It’s just an old tar papered shack. Nestled in a quiet forest glen . I wonder why I keep going back ? Certainly not the best place I’ve been .
Built from old scraps of wood. Heated with an old wood stove. Nothing modern , no range hood But lots of history from stories wove .
A place to escape , get away from it all Lay around , have a nap , whatever you want .. Here all alone . No one can call. Your safe . No worries . No one to rant .
A quiet time to think . Set goals . Make a plan . The smell of birch burning . Blood warming heat . A time to take stock . How do you rate as a man ? Building your character . That time can’t be beat .
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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