My minds been etched like stained glass.
So many things have come.
So many things I keep tucked inside my mind.
So many visions I wanna share.
So many more I would rather hide.

Speeding threw intersections.
Passing thru the city life.
Barefoot walks in the green grassy backyard.
Long drives down country roads.
Just checking out the country side.
Camping trips with family and friends.
Moving about the forest with not a care to hide.
Swinging bridges with feet dangling over the rivers ripples.
In search of round rocks to skips looking to create the same effect.
Bright blue skies hold cotton clouds just above the tree tops.
I find myself lost, gazing at the horizon where the mountains meet the sky.
As I glance away an majestic eagle soars by inviting my eyes back to the same gaze.
Daytime's passing and its turning into evening.
Everything's slowing down a bit now.
A cool breeze catches the water.
Reminiscing a chill from the water earlier.
Hot dogs Hamburgers and chicken cooking on the grill.
Critter catching muddy sneakers and dirty hands.
I plan on washing these hands before we get to eating.
The foods all gone down and my belly's all full.
Time for one more walk along the rivers bed.
One last chance before sunset.
Morning and evening have passed and both gone to bed.
The airs gotten cold from the night.
Fires blazing now bring along the chairs.
Sitting here talking knocking off the chill.
Passing of the dragons and sipping on some brew.
Sitting back eyes closed relaxing.
The fires strength died down.
People start to dwindle.
Heading back to the cabin.
Moths seen dancing in the spotlight.
Memories from the hours passed.
Keep the conversation going.
Listening to mother earth talk.
You can here the river flowing.
The fires out now.
Shadows seen from the moon glowing.
Two nights left..
I don't want to leave.
I don't want to go home.
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Best ..

You're really talented. Thanks for posting.

Hold fast your memories for a glance of better days....I like this, thanks

thanks all. its a hobby plus therapy sometimes.

Really loved the imagery ....Did lots of famly camping in my younger days...Thanks for the memories!

And Welcome!!

Writing is very therapeutic, I agree.