Posted On: Wednesday, March 29, 2017
when your cheeks burn
from all the hours you've laughed
and your heart races
to the sound of an airhorn
and all that remains
between friends are the bodies
we know where we are,
we're where we're meant to be.
in the hands of those who love us,
with others still in our palms,
surrounded by nature's pleasantries,
and the giggles of children
and those who are old in body,
yet young in spirit.
we know where we are,
we're where we're meant to be.
singing songs with voices tired
from the screams of joy
and the hours of missed slumber,
dressed in smiles so authentic
they glow and spread glee.
we know where we are,
we're where we're meant to be.
the path less taken is rejoiced
and originality is brightly embraced
growth is both seen and not
yet certainly is found all around
and every moment is teachable
to not only young, but old as well.
we know where we are,
we're where we're meant to be;
in our home at Camp Glen Mhor.