Grouse Camp

Big towering pines

Poking holes in the sky

Where fresh little popples

Make pretty white lines

Between you and I

Where the dog’s only sound

Comes passing by 

With a tinkering bell

And you and me both 

Are struck by the forests’ 

unwavering spell 

In the morning it’s coffee

Where it’s deep brown and rich

And we sip the hot liquid

While the sun’s coming in

At night we’re by campfire

And the dog’s sleeping sound

Where we talk about everything

And nothing at all

Where we share the same slumber

Where we share the same sky

Where we share the same wonder

Both you and I 

The changing seasons

Trade for changing trees

Bright, sunny colors

Now red and yellow and 

before were greens

The winding dirt roads 

Tell stories too

And we share them together

Both me and you

Where the woods keep us close

And the birds and crisp air 

keep our cheeks colored rose.

Where the air that we breath

And the thoughts that we think

Are all shared by the dog, 

And you and me.