Day 2 PB camp Bop, exploring camp, Poetic Asides new place

At Girl Scout Camp

At Girl Scout camp, I explored our new place,

not leaky tents this time, but bunk-filled dorm rooms.

I chose the top of the last bunk in the corner

and unrolled my bed roll with essentials tucked inside.

I neatly arranged the items at the foot of my bed,

and hid my novel under my pillow

In free time, I sought a solitary place.

The clamor of girls giggling, chattering, singing

and leaders shouting orders and blasting whistles

seemed incongruous with whispering pines

gurgling creeks and chirping of birds and crickets.

A bridge over the creek harbored a nice cubby hole;

between games, working on badges, gathering wood,

singing silly songs, and munching on S’mores,

I’d hide away there with my book.

In free time, I sought a solitary place.

I enjoyed laughing and talking with my friends,

searching for tinder, kindling and fuelwood,

roasting hotdogs and marshmallows over the fire,

making sit-upons and singing songs like

Make New Friends, Camp Granada, Kumbaya,

and I Don’t Want No More of this Camping Life, but

in free time, I sought a solitary place.