OK, so that free weekend
Didn’t come through.
I had made plans to camp-
Now what’ll I do?
I needn’t choose one of the two:
Work or Rest
I’ll commute to my job
From the National Forest!
I’ll show up in the morning,
And no one will care
That an hour ago
I had breakfast with bears...
And a little melted marshmallow
Stuck to my face
Won’t slow me down
In the ol’ rat race...
I’ll smell so sweet-
No one will dream,
That I took my bath
In a mountain stream.
Can one work & play at the same time
You might ask?
Yes, it gives new meaning
to the phrase ‘multi-task.’
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1 comment:
This poem takes me back!
When I first came to Colorado a bit over twenty years ago I lived for a summer in a tent up in the wilderness and commuted to my job in the city. The thing I remember the most about it now were the long quiet weekends, the icy cold "showers" from the jugs of water, and that damn squirrel.
You see, there was a squirrel who lived in the tree nearest my tent and who was quite vocal all summer long about his displeasure with me, his neighbor. He'd sit each morning on the same branch he had sat on the day before and lecture me on my ancestry, my poor looks, my eating habits -- anything he could think of!
Such a lovely poem.
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