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
