began with a cozy Shasta trailer
bold orange racing stripe down the side
graduating to 17 foot Fan
room enough for 2 adults and 2 kids and a dog
Pennsylvania, New York, Nowhere, Nebraska
Wyoming, Illinois, Indiana and places I don’t remember
living a young boy’s simple life consisting of swimming ponds
walks through woods of pines and pine straw
afternoons of summertime bliss and innocence
long campfires featuring a ‘smoker’
which was a big old log (oak usually) that took FOREVER to burn
it was good for a day at least, maybe two
sending it’s woody perfume skyward
evening now; cooking jelly pies and marshmallows
didn’t care for either one honestly
snap crackle pop goes the fire
but I did indulge in the coffee the adults would make
in blue metal pot starting my coffee addiction at an early age
plastic glowing party lights hanging from the roof, trees
eventually as all things do it would come to an end
late september/early october, campers pulling out from their reserved spots
fall in the air, winter impatiently on deck
only a couple kids if any at all at the pool hall/arcade now
where we bought cold bottles of Nehi, Faygo, and Coke
stopping altogether////////
now trailer sits in the driveway
unused, tires rotting, fading gold paint
sad, neglected, no longer wanted relic from the past
lakeside cabin having taken its place as the choice for a weekend getaway
the trailer outlived its usefulness as we all do
