The rain is falling,
on the blissful green grass,
the trees are blowing in the wind.
Mud is everywhere,
clinging to all who walk by,
but I am always calm.
The thought of bitter memories,
taking over all that I am,
yet feeling at home.
Thinking of how far I've come,
how long I've been away,
I can't help but wonder.
What am I doing here?
But it's not about me,
it's about all of them,
with their childish faces,
and innocent ways.
Make them smile,
make their summer,
even with the dark, stormy weather.
"Whether in fair, or in dark, stormy weather,
Camp Chipinaw will keep us together."
Here we go, four years later.
What Do You Think?
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lol. have fun! nice poem. and my baby sis is in a play! i am so upumped but i'm missin it cuz of my mission trip *tear* lol. but yeah so ttyl ♥
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