Sunday, July 6, 2014

Poetic Bloomings Camp Hello Maddah

From Camp Critter

We call bathrooms “bat”rooms because they’re often hanging there,
and Camp Ritter “Camp Critter” for the raccoons, bugs and bears.
I’m tired of leaky tents and the mud from when it rains.
The onslaught of horseflies is doing something to our brains.
The fish smell nauseates me when we swim in that cold lake.
And the credentials of the counselors surely must be fake.
Cooking breakfast consumes hours and then it’s time for lunch.
My air mattress has gone flat with my blankets in a bunch.
I’m fearful for our lives, when in the woods we roam,
but with all the fun we’re having, I’m not ready to go home.

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