Canvas

We are sleeping
Under canvas the
Screened tent sides
Rolled up and tied to
Allow a breeze to cool
My three sons are far too
Young to set up the tent but
Are thrilled at the idea of wild
Things in the dark camping
Out in the wilds of a state
Park a few hours from
Home making a fire
To warm food and
Drink hiking in
The trees by
The river all
While we
Sleep
Eat
And read
Under canvas.
A boy’s adventure,
The scent of old canvas
Still detectable in memories.