To the waves, we are slaves.
The sun breaks, my cheeks ache,
Haven't laughed this much in days.
In tubes, we groove, like lube.
Water calm, spirits strong.
Tom Petty makes me sweaty
Tinker the town with his sound in the background.
Guitar picks and damp sticks.
The night, in the tent, we spent.
Giggle fest and glorious food.
Campfires and rain drops falling over you.
Smores in the morning and coffee for perks.
Not even the sound of birdies chirps.
On the road, city blues attacks.
Camp still leaves smiles at our backs.
cool... definately captured our adventure.... let's do it again!!!!!
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