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My Camp Within the Wood

August 2, 2010
By GzusFreak10 GOLD, Staten Island, New York
GzusFreak10 GOLD, Staten Island, New York
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There's a steady ache within me
A pain no eye can see.
That place is calling, calling,
Calling out to me.

"Come back!" it says so sweetly--
Oh, how I wish I could!--
"Come back!" my heart is crying,
"To your camp within the wood."

I only left today,
Indeed, eight hours ago,
But camp to me spells home,
My heart does tell me so.

What makes this place so special?
Is it hiking, swimming, food?
But no, it is the people
Who put me in this mood.

They are so kind and gentle,
Indeed, they are my friends.
Yet more than them is Something;
Makes me wish it never ends.

What is this Thing so special?
It's nothing you can touch.
I believe it's the Lord Jesus
We love so very much.

He's blessed this camp so friendly,
He's made it a success.
He gives the urge to go back
So that it might progress.

I won't deny the fun and games
Are all so fun to do,
But when all games have past away,
His words will still be true.

The scenery is so lovely,
The people are all sweet.
The snack shack is a lovely place
To get a favorite treat.

I'll remember all until I'm old,
Shannon, Liv, and Ty.
We'll share good memories all our days
I'll look back until I die.

Oh! How I wish I was still there
Basking in the sun!
If only time would pass faster!
I wish the year were done!

But then, I know I shall return
To Adirondack height.
It's just a year I have to wait
To see the glorious sight.

The sign at last comes into view
Proclaiming loud the name
Of that camp above all other camps
Spreading wide it's fame.

So do be patient for good things to come!
I really wish I could.
But after all, someday I'll see
My camp within the wood.

The author's comments:
I wrote this at 11:00 the night I came home from camp one hot summer day. I was feeling depressed because I was already missing it. I had never felt sad after coming home before. I decided to pen my feelings (as I so often do), and I came out with this poem. Hope you all enjoy!

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on Dec. 30 2010 at 9:03 pm
GzusFreak10 GOLD, Staten Island, New York
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I know. I was looking for another word, but i couldn't find it until i posted it. :(. And sadness always goes away after it's down. :)

on Dec. 30 2010 at 9:01 pm
SpringRayyn PLATINUM, Lakeville, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness too. That was writing."
--Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"

Sadness always goes away once when it's out of your body and on paper. This reminds me of my summer camp, Presbytary Point! I feel the same way about my camp as you do yours, and when I left it this year I was missing it within the hour. On the stanza that you talk about fun and games, you say fun twice in the two lines. Maybe think of another word? Still a really good poem.

on Sep. 5 2010 at 8:26 am
SunnySummers GOLD, New York, New York
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Hey this was really good!! It's funny how I was reading the note from the author and you said you wrote it one night when you were depressed. Just last night I wrote something because I was so sad it had to come out. Strangely enough, the sadness went away once it was down on paper. ; )