(no subject)
I've been sittin' here thinkin' 'bout leavin'
When I wanted to stay the most
So I went outside and left a piece of my heart
Buried by the third fence post
So when tomorrow morning comes I'll be smiling
Though I might be a little down
Although my body's leaving
I'll still be around
There is a little parcel of land in a forest not far from here which still has a piece of my heart. Why do little things make it seem like no time has passed? A sky full of stars tonight, in 2008, could be any night lying on Sinewa bridge. The smell of bug spray (or better yet, skin-so-soft) will forever have me looking around for the juniors who use it. Woodsmoke is just dangerous in this regard.
It doesn't matter how far I roam or how many 'improvements' on the property are made, or if no-one remembers Zed, least of all myself: camp is a part of me and I miss it terribly.
I want to linger
A little longer
A little longer here with you
It's such a perfect night
It doesn't seem quite right
That it should be my last with you
And come September
We'll all remember
Our camping days and friendships true
And as the years go by
I'll think of you and sigh
This is goodnight and not goodbye.