Out passed the boonies,
and out passed the docks,
off of the paved road,
and on to the rocks.

No sidewalks, no street lights,
no stores to be found,
only open skies and pines,
song of birds only sound.

Crystal clear water,
as smooth as glass,
a deer walks on by,
mouth full of grass.

No cell phone reception,
and a cooler of beer,
a bag chair and tent,
I'm glad to be here.

Fishing rod and tackle box,
and some sandwich stuff to eat,
being on the backside of nowhere,
is one hell of a treat.