A Poem - NRock

well, well, well here we are again friends, set up in the backcountry of the state,
two hours from the office? someone must have made a mistake,
the rain has stopped or so it seems for the week,
until we get back outside mother nature heard me, to soon i speak,
a colored sunrise to urge us out of that warm, cozy bag,
too much coffee yet my feet sometimes still drag,
a check here, a check there, a bit of brushing then add some drains,
gotta love those great days and try to love ones with the rain,
the break is over only a few months until we are done,
its been so long but the days merge into one memory of fun,
Glacier, Hungry Horse, Swan Lake, and the Missions,
the crew to the family to the times when we'll miss them,
a tool to take from the morning to the dusk,
remember the smiles and jokes you discussed,
an unwanted hitch, undaunted crew conquering the scary,
trail pizzas, taco mix and a stinky talk about chuck berry,
tired at the end of the day or snoring in the dirty tent,
i'm limping my way through without a single regret,
so at the beginning, we live the experience and not for the wealth,
as the end nears remember, just be safe and always enjoy yourselves...