one-room log cabin
isolated in the woods
out-house, spring water
darkness. the bonfire
fireflies guide us to the dock
where we catch sunfish
toast fish on a stick
over fire. dip in butter
melted in soup can
lake warm for night swims
birthday suits always just right
air-dry then pj’s
cots in the lean-to
we watch the stars before sleep
I don’t know it then
belief that Nature
is bedrock of my life means
homesick for my youth
brother and I say
these memories are precious
and s’mores are for sissies
I have fond memories of vacationing on Schroon Lake. 🙂
Love this Leslie
We discussed all of these memories on Saturday, but your poem made it more vivid for me. As usual, Well done.
Such sweet memories! Makes me want to go somewhere private, toss the suit, and remember what it’s like to go skinny dipping! Also brought back memories of dreamy star gazing as a teenager in clear-skyed Spain! Lovely.