From campsite A to campsite B
Hip high holding daddy's hand
She strolls uninterrupted
No time for tired even at two
The barbeque pit beckons.
Site 161!
Quincentennial families couples buddies
A hundred cars cycles SUV's
Added to the day lot
Sated but not with solitude
We choose the black Saab stroller
For camouflage on the tar
Poured on wildflowers for access
To that sandy sweep
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My poetry and the novel, "3 Through History"
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