On camping with small children: A compilation of Haiku, and a contest for you.



Matt says, “Five hour drive.”

We go on and on and on.

There eight hours later.


Mosquitos abound.

They stalk me and consume me.

My flesh, bug manna.


Lost in the forest,

Children say, “I can’t go on!”

First family bike ride.


Please go to bed now.

There’s no time to brush your teeth.

Smores are good for smiles.


Day Two: Must shower.

What? I forgot underwear?

Heaven help me.  (Sob.)


I say “stop!” a lot.

My voice echoes through the air.

Children don’t listen.


Old people like quiet.

They go to camp in nature.

Then my kids arrive.


Oh, Summer Solstice,

Sunny day is long and bright.

Children wake at five.


Scripture reading time.

Sorry, Mom’s gasp interrupts.

Her foot has a tick.


Four days, four state parks.

Dirt roads and pop-up trailer.

All hail DVDs.


Laughing, playing days.

Little children get so tired.

It is all worth it.




So how was your weekend?


I think it’s time to ressurrect the Diapers and Divinity Poetry Contest.  Write a Haiku* or two about summer vacation with children.  All entries must be in by Saturday night, and on Monday, I’ll put up a poll so you can vote for your favorite.  The winner will get a summer spot on my sidebar  (It’s a great honor, trust me.) and I’ll send you some kind of summer treat…. to be determined.  This is an easy one; haiku doesn’t even have to rhyme. 🙂  Hit me with your best shot.  Leave your entry/entries in the comments for this post.


*Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry, short and simple.  The Americanized version is only three lines long:  1st line is 5 syllables, 2nd line is 7 syllables, and 3rd line is 5 syllables.  No need to rhyme.  For amazing examples of how this works, scroll up and see the masterpieces above.  Each little stanza is one complete haiku.


(I’m sorry I missed posting for the GCBC this weekend.  We just rolled into town tonight and I’ll try to get up this week’s article very soon along with my comments on last week’s.  Thanks for your patience.)