Duane Koukol: For my plant friends
To the editor:
To all my friends at the power plant, hi!
“Camp Cook Wanted”
Must be bright after a cold tent night
Sleepin’ next to a prickly bear frozen at the top
He moans, partially rises, “Oh, no!”
“Probably another black bear dream?”
“Shall I scream?”
Must be able to bake cookies on a flat rock
And not burn your hands or get sand in the pots
Must be cordial to friends even though they may stink
“Might be a skunk-Hon?” or – maybe those hard beans!
Must be able to hit an old glass milk bottle
Save your empties
In the dark in a wet tent on a cold, wintery night
Don’t make no noise and eye-ball shot fifty yards
Blue grouse “One-22-shot slim”
Waitin by a cold fire snow still piled high
UH — tent drips, and the wood runs low
Turkey season, thinking of tulips and spring morning glow
Camp cook wanted
Must have your own pot of beans
A high boy camper, jeep mechanical ability required
And at least a queen, sun-shine on your face
Even when it’s down and your smile,
Yea — your sweet smile never reveals a hint of a frown.
Camp cook wanted!
Remember must have camper!