Beyond the black top
Out onto the gravel
double track
Dead end forest road
Until the pioneer plants
Grow from the gravel
Banked at the edge
Water not tire carved
Past the beer cans
And liquor bottles
Crude fire pits, broken glass
The markers of drunken
Rednecks
Further than this
A spot with water, a view
Check the orientation
For morning sun
Or at least one of these
Make do here?
Or on round the next corner
Might be better
But whatever
Tent goes up, dinner cooked
And bed
By dark.