April 24, 2020
In these days of “stay at home.”
I reminisce of times we’d roam,
Of camping trips, and sites to see,
A rose, a tulip, squirrel, or tree.
I still remember smells of smoke,
The warming fire, a laugh, a joke.
The hikes we made along the trail,
When we were young and much less frail.
So many trips I still recall,
The ones in spring, and those in fall.
There’s nothing like the great outdoors,
Away from noise, and bills, and chores.
A time to breathe, a time to soar,
Relax and just have fun once more.
Perhaps once more I’ll get away,
But now, content, right here I’ll stay.