This rough cut is an upbeat piece about camping in the woods.
Not something we’ll be doing over the next few days as Irene hits.
Wanted to get this up so y’all might have a little extra entertainment.
That is, if the power doesn’t cut out.
IN THE WOODS
I have walked with you down lonely roads
Taking paths wherever they may go
Wandering far from where we were before
Knowing what we had was so much more
I’m crying, I’m flying, You’re willing, We’re chilling
In the forest we could see the sky
Little birds and chipmonks passing by
On a rock we laid and stared up high
Never asking where we were or why
By a stream we cross on shaky stones
In a dried leaf all you see are bones
With a walking stick, your footsteps light
In a clearing we bed down for the night
Moon is full, and crisp night air is cold
Fire is bright, tea warm, with hands to hold
Darkness settles, misting over camp
Need a blanket to keep out all this damp
Sleep is deep, morning warming with the sun
You get up and go for a short run
Eggs and bacon sizzle, coffee’s hot
Look at this life, look at all we’ve got