Spirits

In the days of the dry and yellow

The dry and yellow sun

Arriving so free

Is all the fun

I see the first face

Then second

Then third

Peering out the window

My spirits high like a bird

And finally

After a year

It’s finally here

My longing was gone

And hearing the songs

The beautiful, wonderfully

Satisfying sound of the spirit

Flowing through their words

And every time here

The blue sky as blue as aquamarine

I think of the things that I’ve longed for and then

I know peace has come at last

In the paradise of summer camp.

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