Camp Ends
The river gurgles its goodbyes.
The pine trees sadly wave farewell.
The empty campsites look forlorn,
and, oh, what stories they could tell!
The rafts look lonely tucked on shore.
The dinner bell no longer rings.
The game equipment hides away.
The crows fly off on wistful wings.
The campers vow they’ll keep in touch,
with shouts of, “See you next year!”
As soon as the bus goes ‘round the bend,
the counselors begin to cheer!
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