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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