FREE to be Me ...

Memories of many trips gone by
Hope that another is very nigh
These adventures I know make younger a soul
Renew, Enlighten, comfort, console...

Gratitude for the quiet splendor
I find the noises just as tender
To sit and absorb, to ponder all matter
But then to welcome the bursts of chatter

Contentment is here, naturally given
It finds us if we are eagerly livin'
My branch of completion within this scene
Includes bits and pieces that are not pristine

It's the Sticks, the sleeping bags, those remarkable ants
The ever dirty hands and grass-stained pants
Gathering dry wood and feeling free
Carrying toilet paper and finding a tree!

And in these simple smudges and snags
Hiding from the rain under tarps and rags
Satisfaction exists, revealed through things small
We have forgotten how to worry at all

This time is quality and the company as well
That is my version, each his own will tell
The fire will flicker and embers form.
Back to our tents tired and warm.