Oh, to the bag with skin so soft,
Filled with light feathers of down
That wraps me up as I loft
With a hood that goes around.
Oh, to the bag that feels like home
With a smell that brings great comfort
Of dirt, forest, and times when we roam
It brings joy as I slumber
Oh, to the bag that makes me feel free from danger
Zipped up in a protective sleeve
Away from bears, mice, that creepy looking stranger,
And the cold caused by the breeze.
Oh, to the bag that accompanies all trips
From days spent sleeping in the car
To nights up on mountain cliffs
After journeying very far
Oh, to the bag covered in morning dew
Laid out while the stars shined bright
That hangs around when degrees are few
Packed in a sack nice and tight
Oh, to the bag that’s always near
When it’s time to get out and play
Thanks for the memories year after year
Can’t wait to snuggle up on another day.
Written By: Lydia Huelskamp