Everywhere I go I
think of you
Under the skies
Under the blue
I think of you
Under the trees
The warm summer
breeze
I think of you
50 muffins await me
there
200 frosted
I won’t be square
Everywhere I go I
think of you
The feelings I get
With that cool summer
sweat
I think of you
They have to say
Don’t sneak away
But we do anyway
Because that’s just
our nature
Maybe this doesn’t
rhyme
Along those lines
But all I know is
Everywhere I go
I think of you
Author's Note: Another poem about camp. The 50 muffins and 200 frosted refers to a saturday morning camp tradition. Don't ask, it's kinda hard to explain, haha.
To all of my friends from camp reading this, I LOVE YOU!!!! :D
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Jessica*
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