Beneath the Big, Golden Sun

He was their hero when they were young,

teaching of nature beneath the big golden sun.

They tried on their packs before feet hit the trail.

He’d say, “Be prepared or else you could fail.”

The trio trekked down paths and up inclines, too,

pausing along the way to admire a flower or two.

After arriving in camp, they helped pitch the tent,

stakes in the ground, windows unzipped to vent.

As an Arborist, he educated them about trees

under the blue sky beside the buzzing honeybees.

He pointed out poison oak, a beautiful, green leaf,

“But if you touch, you’ll need itching relief!”

They explored the ground seeking burrowing bugs.

He expressed praise with words and loving hugs.

When the sun faded at the end of a day,

they roasted marshmallows, found dominoes to play.

His first goal was fun in nature, then came self-reliance.

Their minds were like sponges, soaking up the science.

Now they reminisce for the best teacher he was

and recall the bonding with the deepest of love.

Now he’s proud of them, adulting and doing it well,

honored with the memories, the special stories to tell.

© Lauren Scott, – All rights reserved.

56 thoughts on “Beneath the Big, Golden Sun

  1. Jane Sturgeon

    A loving poem for your family’s sun, full of appreciation and gratitude. What a foundation and memories you have both gifted them. 💕😘💕

      1. Sorry about that, Lauren. Despite my efforts, I’ve never been able to correct that. I think it’s a problem with my webserver provider.

      2. No worries. It’s just weird because I’ve been receiving your updates, and then all of a sudden, I’m not. I didn’t see a follow button on your site either, but I’ll try again. Or please send me a link to click on to follow you again. Technology! And Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

    1. Oh, wow, Marie, thank you for your awesome comment that truly makes my Monday! 🙂 The kids had so much fun backpacking with Dad (hubby) before I had the desire to put a pack on my back. And I’m so grateful you’re reading my book. That means a lot to me, and I hope you enjoy the memories also. Big hugs! ❤️

    1. Thanks so much, Kamal, for your lovely words. Yes, many great memories that my husband created in the wilderness. The four of us went camping a lot, but I didn’t backpack until in my 50’s with him alone. By then, the kids were on their own. Have a wonderful Monday! ❤️❤️❤️

    1. Treasured memories, right, Jeff? My husband has shown all of us the vast amount of beauty in the outdoors via backpacking. So I thought of the kids when they were younger. Inspiration had arrived, and the words tagged along. 🙂 I always appreciate your kindness. Have a great weekend. 🥰

      1. Treasured memories, indeed. I’m grateful for your words today, reminding me of many outdoor activities with the boys. 😁 It’s always my pleasure. 🥰 Thank you!

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