Happy Anniversary...The Sequel Poem by Jim Yerman

Happy Anniversary...The Sequel



Yesterday, to celebrate our 30 years together we thought a big celebration we'd forego.
We decided to skip the cake and ice cream…and a camping we would go.

We got up early, packed our camper…and left soon after daybreak
We drove two hours to South Carolina…to a nice spot by a lake…

But we didn't take into consideration the weather…which had us quickly changing our tune….
Seriously, does anyone in their right mind…camp in South Carolina in the month of June?

The temperature was 93 when we arrived…did I mention it was June?
Still we were optimistic as we set up camp that it would cool off soon.

We turned the AC in our camper to high…we thought that would do the trick…
But the temperature outside was not cooperating…it had risen to 96.

And if that wasn't enough to show us perhaps this camping trip was never meant to be
as the temperature rose higher and higher…so did the humidity.

The AC was straining to do it's job…yes, cool air was blowing from the fan
but inside our little metal camper…at 98 degrees…felt like being in a frying pan.

At 8 o'clock the temperature reached 100…I think I heard Deborah's cries
but it was awful hard to see her with sweat dripping in my eyes.

The temperature topped out at 102…
and we still wanted to celebrate the day that we were wed…
So after 30 years together
we took cold showers…then went to bed.

You might think this anniversary was a failure…
But I think it still endears…
You see, I think it was a great way…to start our next 30 years.

You never know when you begin an adventure…there's no way to comprehend
what will happen along the way and how that adventure will end.

There are many things we can't control…like the temperature and the weather
But just as we did 30 years ago…we began this adventure together…

Besides we learned two valuable lessons as we begin another 30 year honeymoon….
The first: We can still smile at life's little misadventures….
And the second…do not camp in South Carolina when the calendar reads June.

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