LittleLives


The hardest part

Of camping isn’t

Pitching the tent

It’s taking it

Down for with

It goes joyful

Wilderness and starry

Skies and back

You go living

In little boxes

There is something

To be said

For freedom clear

Of constraints and

Limits I shall

Remember our moonlit

Nights the fire

All our dreams

As we return

To our tidy

Simple little lives