I wrote this poem, realizing that this summer working at camp, is going to be my last summer working at camp… or at least, my last planned summer… things may happen, and I might have to go back, but in the fall, I’ll get a real job…
I want to warn you that It’s nerdy, dumb, doesn’t make sense, has no flow, and is near meaningless to anyone except me, but I think that’s the real purpose of poetry.
So I wrote this poem about the Boy Scout Camp I attended and worked at for years.
Also comment if you want me to keep writing my book that I wrote on here a while ago.
A place that I’ve come to know,
I wish I didn’t have to go,
My time has come,
To move on.
My first true love,
We’ve grown together over these past few years.
I’ve learned things about you,
Been to the far reaches of your reign,
Seen marvels only thought of in dreams.
Trees that scratch at the clouds,
Streams snaking throughout the woods,
Children laughing and playing,
Beauties of nature and things unseen,
We’ve grown close over these years,
We’ve gotten older, smarter, wiser.
I’m going to miss you.