Tents sag under water left by night storms
Only time can wick away this moisture,
And today more rain, all day, the firewood wet
Because we forgot to put the tarp down.
Nothing to do but find a town, wander
Stores and streets, put off returning to camp
On washboardy roads till the last moment
Buy dry kindling and firewood on the way,
Hope tonight for crackling fire, tomorrow
A sunny day without rain or thunderstorms.
Back in the day voyageurs put les canots
Far up on the sand beach by the wood-line,
Got beneath craft and stayed put until storms
Died, or they did, a fifty-fifty draw.