This poem was written in North Shore, Lake Tahoe at the condo of our friends, the Gerbers. It was a return trip to the condo. We had been there with another couple, the previous year and it was a trip plagued with hurt feelings and misunderstandings. We had planned to go rafting one day and hiking the next. The rafting trip turned out great. Everyone had a good time and the weather was very pleasant. The next day the weather turned cold and in fact it snowed in Truckee. So from then on the kid had to watch videos and entertain themselves. It turned out to be a fairly nice trip and went a long way towards erasing the memories of the previous trip.
Gale L. Wolfenbarger
26 May 1988
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Tahoe Vacation
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Our families have returned |
Another hour of rolling dice |
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To Tahoe's magic spell. |
And adding up the score. |
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To prove that we can live in peace |
We've sat around and talked so much |
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Without a living... oh well. |
Our tongues and butts are sore. |
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Our children have their sticker books |
Yes, we've come to have some fun |
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And painted finger nails. |
And share some time together. |
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Our wives have got their credit cards |
And that's just what we all have done, |
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In search of clothes and sales. |
In spite of wind and weather. |
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The condo still has all its charm |
We've eaten till our jaws are tired. |
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With hangers you must hunt. |
Our tummies think they'll pop |
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The doors and sills still shield the cold |
Anyone with common sense |
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And still require a grunt. |
Would have the brains to stop. |
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We sailed the Truckee on a raft |
We'd like to thank the kids for all |
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And squealed at every curve. |
The things they haven't done. |
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The crew was valiant to the last |
And Dave and Nancy for being hosts |
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Though some had lost their nerve |
Of days and nights of fun. |
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We came to hike the Sierra's trails |
We love you for your happy smiles |
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And revel in her show. |
And all the things we lack. |
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But mother nature played a trick |
And if we've not offended you, |
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And now we're shoveling snow |
We hope you'll have us back. |
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We watched T.V. until our eyes |
Gale L. Wolfenbarger |
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Were rolling in their place. |
26 May 1988 |
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We played the games we'd brought from home |
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Till none of us could face. |
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Copyright © 1988 Gale L. Wolfenbarger