Early sunrise,

Morning flies.

Hot tent,

I really wish we had a vent.

Get dressed,

Pack your crests.

Cool air,

Messy hair.

Hat on,

Coat on,

Everything on.

Long walk,

Patrols flock.

Breakfast line moves and curves,

Food is served.

Iced tea,

Then we’re free.

Half an hour,

Clouds cover,

And we cower.

First session,

The day’s first lesson.

Media arts,

Walk to different parts,  

Of Camp Woods.

Pictures taken,

Tents shaken.

Take a walk,

To the dock.

Rustling leaves,

Cool breeze.

Lake water.  

Head back,

Follow the lakeside path.

Back to lunch,

Eat a bunch.

Sunlight lessens,

Clouds cover,

So we take cover.

First it sprinkles,

And then it pours,

Pooling puddles on the floors.

Abrupt stop,

Raincoats off.

Clouds leave,

So do we.

Outside again,

Sessions start,

We depart.

Snap a photo,

Find a story,

Write some camping poetry.

Dinner now,

More food,

And it sure is good.

Back to villages,

Or tuck shop,

Or store,

And again,

The rain starts to pour.

It pours and pours,

And pours some more.

Sudden end to the storm.

Fallen rain flows,

And pathway rivers form.

Trade some,

Collect some,

Get new crests,

Stars out,

Moon’s out.

Darkness circles over the camp.

Get ready for bed,

Shoes are shed.

Socks changed,

Blankets arranged.

Crawl into sleeping bags,

Say goodbye to the day.

Say goodnight,

Turn off the light.

Off goes the last lamp,

Just another day at camp.