I wrestled with the wind After awhile I knew I had lost. The ocean was of no help at all It too only pushed me around. Nothing left in the palm of my hand Another fight lost I yelled at the clouds But they only laughed and ran away I screamed at the sun It fried me! I tried to move a mountain It wouldn't fight back I kicked at the rocks They stumbled away They too didn't want to stay. As night wrapped around me and stole my fight I gave into its selfish plight. "Tomorrow will be better," it said You can't be angry any more You no longer even know What you are fighting for. I allowed the breeze to take my revenge The stars then danced for me "Everything isn't what it seems" I let these words settle in As I laid my head against the stone The wind came back to cool me The oceans mid-night roar, soothed me They were right There are reasons to stay and fight And there are reasons
The Coffee Camper is a 5x10 Teardrop camper that was turned into an espresso/coffee traveling cart. She is dressed and ready to go to camp grounds, events, and business's to serve hot, yummy, delicious beverages. There is also poetry sprinkled through out the blog.