LOVES VACATION

Seven kids, mom, dad and a tired wagon
End of summer our annual mountain trek
Our Conestoga wagon sits in the driveway
Roof piled high with all our camping needs
We'd search to locate an off beat spot
Pushing our old rambler up steep grades
Aware of it's climbing temperature gauge
Near the water of a cold running stream,
a running river or a deep mountain lake
Year after year we found our reclusive site
The young ones learned to set up camp
fish, hike and cook over an open fire
We gathered wood from the area about
and our ongoing campfire never died
A bucket of boiling water was our shower
Many's the little child was washed on a
picnic table or standing on a rock
before being sent into the tent for the night
Afterwards we sat talking of the days events
watching the glowing fire glimmer and pop
Soon it was only the glow of ash we saw
Then they were off to bed as we just sat
We sat as the stars encompassed mom and I
An occasional mutter of no consequence
Just the silent companionship
Of love

By george wm. weber