To These Blue Hills !

 

“To these blue hills !” We raised a cheer
Camped above the lake beneath the silver moon
Cups raised we added - “Forever to be here !”
One of many cheers since late afternoon
Fine spirits flowed like mountain streams
Into another morning arriving all too soon
Golden glow of our fire and silver moon beams
The occasional mirthful howl and glassy-eyed gleams

Forest covered ridges and a flooded vale
Highland vistas forever remaining the same
Deep in these dark Appalachians, beyond the pale
Moonbeams tinge well with our campfire flame
Illuminating us in a gold and silver glow
Raising my cup, proclaiming - “Sure glad we came”
The cheers and spirits continued to flow
As did the streams into Lake Moomaw below

Warm glow of our camp on a cool Spring night
Making for the best of these good times
Reveling friends in a good campfire light
Tales of far away places and different climes
No better place than camped atop this hill
Ever worthy of fond reflection and rhymes
Sweetly serenaded by a tree frog’s trill
An uncorked jug and deep cups to fill