All credit for this poem goes to my Mom. I just uploaded it.


Letter From Camp

I'm writing a letter to Mom

To tell her about the camp.

I'll tell her about the forest,

And the cabins dark and damp.

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I could mention Old Mad Jack,

Who fell in the lake at night.

And I'll mention the beautiful hill,

With the view of the chicken fights.

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I'll mention the nature walks,

And flowers and clean fresh air.

And the uncooked worm at dinner

That gave Pricella a scare

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I'll include the names of friends

And the fort of mud we made.

And the Ms. Beautiful Turtle Contest,

And the midnight panty raids.

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I could talk upon the slide

And the swing on Old Man Willow

I'll mention the practical jokes,

Like the eggs in John's green pillow

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I could mention my new pet snake,

Which I'm bringing home to stay.

And the unidentified spitball

Which hit Mike, who got in my way.

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I could talk about the breakfast,

Which a counselor blew up with a bomb.

But when writing out the letter,

I can't seem to get past, "Dear Mom."