The camp fires burned hot
Music moved our souls and feet
Liquors were quaffed with glee
Love found, Friendships free
In a land eerily enchanting
Misty, damp, and exotic
We are literally in the clouds
It is all surreal, pure magic
It is cold mostly
We are tired always
Muscles sore surely
Climbing hills and valleys
Crazy, dangerous, profane
Singers, dancers, runners
Hares, trails, HASH-er’s insane!
Smokers, drinkers, fun-lovers
The camp fires burned hot
Music moved our souls and feet
Liquors were quaffed with glee
Love found, Friendships free
Dan mah man, Talking of life, away from his wife, smiling away to the dawn,
Dan may man, smoking away, and make your day, with a poem he can!
Dan mah man, from our walks in the clouds, and windy hills and mounds,
I’ve gotten a tan, Mah man!
Thank you Raju… Very mystical journey we took. Uplifting experiences. We should hook up soon. Didn’t know there was a poet in you! Nice work sir!
You inspire me. I de try O! You must call me so I go match your nomba.