camping

[silver]

through eyes swollen
to slits by mosquito bites
I remember watching
my uncle tend to breakfast
for the entire clan

the smell
of wood smouldering
in the predawn light

the winking glow
of the outer
ring of embers
where my kinsmen
worked his magic

eggs and bacon
frying in one cast
iron skillet

while potatoes
fried in another

strong thick coffee
brewing in a blue
enamelware percolator

all these scents
intermingling intertwining
with the green smell
of the Sabine River bottoms
lending an air of enchantment
to a thus far fish-less fishing trip

-SiLVeR.

[heartfelt7]

I too came from a camping/fishing family, and this certainly brought back great memories. Thanks!

[silver]

Thank you!