Burgers on the barbecue
Healthy fire a-cinder
Dad wouldn't let it shrink
He was always adding tinder
And dowsing with lighter fluid
To make the fire roar
He'd ask what cheese we wanted--
A choice of three or four
We spread the Best Foods Mayo
(There is no other kind)
And on sides of fruit or chips
Or potato salad, dined
Dad was always smiling
His joy was nothing new
At home out in the forest
At our camp barbecue
© 2025 Teresa Miles Kephart
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