First Morning at Camp
By larry r Linville

Standing outside the cabin
campers sleeping in their cot
air smells good and so refreshing
before the day get very hot.

The birds and little creatures
sing the songs they’ve always sung
it’s like the day of Pentecost
their message comes in every tongue.

This symphony of nature
seems to be for me alone
which I hear uninterrupted
by the ringing of a phone.

Within me is a feeling
of nostalgia and great bliss
from many years of camping
which busy lives seem to miss.

The new campers will awaken
to create a special time
and some day may stand right here
with those feelings so sublime.

So standing here beneath these trees
in the early morning shade
I take time to remind myself
this is the day the Lord has made.