Camp Out
Let me camp near the mountains
Where the trees seem to touch the sky
A quiet place to watch and dream
With a small stream trickling by
I’ve always liked to camp out
Back in the deep woods
A place where I can go and fish
If the fishing’s any good
I see a deer on the skyline
As the moon is climbing high
It’s shadow a graceful silhouette
Against a darkening sky
A raccoon rustles the leaves
As he sneaks into our camp
Noisily going through garbage
Until he spies us and our lamp
The birds that sing at daybreak
Seem so glad to be alive
They almost make one feel guilty
For not getting up at five
Early morning is so peaceful
The clouds and the mist hang still
An alert buck stands vigil
While the others drink their fill
The slightest sound or different smell
And they disappear in the trees
You’re left sitting there wishing
You’d been down wind of the breeze
