The Joy of Youth
Not a care in the world
School’s out,
For the summer,
The air feels cleaner,
The sun warmer,
The future brighter,
And the heart happier.
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And summer camp is just a day away!
**
I’ve just finished packing,
Mum’s checking I’ve remembered everything,
And my suitcase is closing.
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Summer camp day arrives!
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I’m the first in the car; impatiently waiting,
Chomping at the bit,
Ants in the pants excited,
Let’s go, let’s go.
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Summer Camp awaits!
**
We’ve arrived — wahoo,
I dash from the car; suitcase in hand,
“Bye Mum, you can go now,”
Ahhhhhh, the freedom,
The ‘let your hair down’ moment of perfection.
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Hellooooooo Summer Camp!
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First day excitement,
Learning the rules,
Exploring the camp site,
Meeting new buddies.
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Summer Camp firsts!
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Our first day of adventure closes,
The bonfire is lit,
Dinner is served upon paper plates,
BBQ delight, fresh seafood and hot potatoes,
Deliciousness like no other.
**
Adore Summer Camp food!
**
The night is dark,
The stars twinkle from above,
The bonfire warms our hearts,
And the stories begin,
Each scarier than the last,
Until we’re huddle together in delightful fright.
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Summer Campfire horror stories are the best!
**
It’s time for bed,
But there’s no sleep for the excited,
Boys whooping and hollering in mischief,
Pranking and laughing.
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Summer Camp friendships are cemented!
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The days roll on,
We’ve grown taller, matured — tanned and fitter,
Mum’s car rounds the curve,
Sadness evades the goodbyes,
And we drive off into the horizon.
**
Summer Camp, see you next year!
This poem has been written as part of Sahil Patel's Lifeline's poetry prompts on Medium.
Today's prompt is: Write a poem that lets you explore your childhood summer camp memories and experiences. Enjoy the nostalgia of bonfires, late-night tales, and friendships formed under the stars. Talk about the times that are still fresh in your memory. Let your words paint a vivid description of innocence, joy, and innocence that may be experienced in this stage of adolescence.
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Colleen Millsteed
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Comments (3)
This was so wonderful and nostalgic. I had no idea that summer camp food tastes good hehehe
Marvelous nostalgic poem!!! So carefree and fun!!! Loved it!!!💕❤️❤️
I remember summer, this gave me some wonderful memories thank you