Last Day At Camp

Last Morning At Camp
By Larry R Linville

Sun is rising at the camp
Leaves sparkle their dewy damp
Birds sing special melody
If I listen it’s for me

Squirrels climbing up a tree
To the drone of bumble bee
Fish are jumping in the lake
As the bull frogs start to wake

Scents of wild flowers in the air
Telling me they are still there
From a tree some walnuts fall
Reminding me they are tall

I don’t miss auto’s roar
Can’t hear honking any more
Sirens in the distant past
And no one is driving fast

It’s been good to get away
And I’d really like to stay
To the rat race I must go
But I think I’ll go real slow