" I's " , by Doug Elliott, written Jan 31, 1999       Back to Doug's Canoe Page

It's tempting to philosophize
On camping's hold that grips these guys
Who've spread out maps to best surmise
Where we'll feed the wild black flies

Low on sleep before sunrise,
Throw in the food, recheck the ties
Kiss the wife, who's patient eyes
Betray her fear of my demise

Through darkened streets, collect the guys
Proceed to make Tim Hortons buys
Back roads routes, then gravel flies
Load up the boats, initial pry's

The seating plan does well disguise
The early time of wat'ry eyes
As heart and muscles 'climatize
To freedom, peace, and clear blue skies

The first portage brings burning thighs
Should have got more exercise,
But our goal's not an athlete's prize,
Just photographs, and fresh fish fries.

We pick a site, pitch tents then flies,
Count the errant hoist rope tries
First night chile satisfies
As campfire smoke seeks out our eyes

A zillion stars in jet black skies
Cosmic thoughts, and campfire sighs
Chocolate bars and fire flies,
Snoring mixed with loony cries

While 'tempting to philosphize
On camping's hold that grips these guys
Words aren't enough, however wise
Unless you've seen it through your eyes.

      -Doug Elliott

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