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.
Amen! You never miss something until you no longer have access to it.