I packed up my gear with fun in the wild on my mind
The tent, sleeping bag, sleeping matt, Coleman stove
Marshmallows, cooler, hot dogs and camera were all packed
The only left things left were my hiking boots and a sense of adventure
Soaking up the sun with ocean air in my lungs
Seagulls soaring overhead with dozens
Of sand crabs scurrying this way and that
I smiled without a care in the world
I was so anxious to go that night
The thought of popcorn and soda dancing in my mind
To enjoy my favorite films in the open air
As we pulled in I smiled thinking of days past
A brief stop at the Wawa on the way
To pick up all manner of assorted snacks
And the ever important toll money
With gas in our tank we were ready for the journey
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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