Vacation to Remember

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Vacation to Remember
By Arley Steinhour 022017

The Summer, of Nineteen-Forty-Six,
A Year that Glows in my heart,
War-Two is over, World free to Mix,
And, Joy of 'Vacation,' again, a Life-Part.

Peace, at Last, with Life, on a Roll,
Starting to Recover, to catch our Breath,
From the years of Death, now, Parole,
Ending the names, on 'Park Sign, of Death.'

Raised by Grandparents, Ollie and Bill,
With, last name/Nee, same as this, me,
They built six cabins, for Army to 'Chill,'
While they Trained for War, to keep us Free.

Before, they were returned to 'Civilian,'
Base, closing; one day, 'Big Surprise,'
At back door, we found a 'Pavilion,'
Large and Green, Perfect in anyone's Eyes.

Saved, from 'Burial,' with the Weapons of War,
A Medium, Command tent, tied, with Ribbon,
Was all we needed for vacation, without a Floor;
No problem, two rugs, to stop, critters, 'Unbidden.'

Trailer, and Thirty-Six Ford, filled to the Brim,
Off we go, on Vacation, to Johnson's Lake,
Going Sixty-Five miles, loaded, sleek and Trim,
Grandpa, designed, built, and loaded so nothing'd Break.

For we three young children, the ride was quite long,
But, in less than two hours, we did arrive,
Grandma, chose the place, like, writing a Song,
Note, by Note, that our comfort would Survive.

Camp, was erected, by Grandpa, with Grandma directing,
A More Comfortable 'Set-Up,' couldn't anyone find,
People came from all over, to See Perfection, and expecting;
Less, than Received, 'Hot Buns;' and 'Coffee, of Undiluted-Grind.'

Getting close, to Dinner, and with no Meat, to Cook,
Off, Grandpa and we-three, with Cane poles in hand,
To the South-western shore, where expanded a Brook,
And, within minutes, had 'Bluegills,' on an 'hefty strand.'

With, good food, in our tummies, 'Pooped from exertion,'
Our first night of sleep, came quickly, as planned,
In the back of the tent, Grandparents had a Curtain,
With us, up front, and their privacy, well in Hand.

Seven day's of Luxury, playing, fishing and foods,
Playing with dog, 'Curly,' climbing trees when alone,
Seeing Grandparents, as Peoples, not Prudes,
Taught us much, between War and Peace, as a Life-Zone.

Alas, came the end, of the 'Vacation, to Remember,'
That time, after War, when seeking 'Normal,'
Coming up next, would be School, and September,
And the Forth-Grade, in a 'Child's Life, Sempiternal.'*
(*No Beginning, nor Ending, known)

AMEN