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Our Camp Days

From different backgrounds, we gather around 

To make in a week, a better time than year round 

In the quiet green White plains Camp

Making friends and having fun 

Learning and working together to move on 

Training leaders for different sections 

Week alone in a small rural town, giving more formal education 

Echoes of the small creek, as we journey to the big St. John River 

Listening to myths of the deep darkness forest, as we move on 

Taking cool baths at nature’s sight in unison, after long distance runs 

Painful sounds of coordinators voices chorusing “rise and shine”

Five AM, the time we campers hate. . . In lines for food, we wait 

Working individually and collectively, to achieve something at the end of every day. 

 Sunday chapel service, talent and camp fires nights to cheer and play 

Sports, quizzing and in many other games we compete. . . 

Pure fresh air filled with natural oxygen, greener natural grasses

Wine from Palm trees truly refreshing, the plain blue inspiring sky 

Happy beautiful birds singing, closer to nature and friends to strangers 

We all become more after every hour, this we all wish never passes out 

As the spiritual, social, educational and lively hours push us to want to stay longer  

Soon it is over. . . tears roll down our cheeks 

As we leave each other, exchanging contacts and hoping to see. 

Some of us may never see each other again, yet our knowledge shall lve with us 

Those gone youthful days of ours.

Author: Moses C. Saywrayne

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