Of Camps

Would you know the Forest's Deeper Joys?
Camp beneath the Stars that make no Noise.

Use little Chips and Twigs to start the Fire
And Great Logs only when the Flame leaps higher.

T HE Camper-out who hopes to have his Share
Of Sleep at Night, should make his Bed with Care.

T HE Faithful Lover of the Woods remembers
To clean his Camp and quench the Campfire's Embers.

B EFORE you leave the Camp that gave you Rest,
Pile up more Wood to warm the Coming Guest.
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