Day Camp
My grandkids are lucky; they’re going to camp.
To them, it’s the summertime norm.
The owners have naturally had to revamp
So to Covid rules they can conform.
Each camp group’s a “pod” with ten kids who’ve been sent
And they keep to themselves all day long.
No joining with others for any event,
Not a swim or a ball game or song.
The counselors are masked, social distance observed
And for every day since camp’s begun,
My grands come home psyched, with their joy unreserved
And describe all their hours of fun.
Not all children have access to places like this
And I feel for the ones who lose out,
But I’m happy my grandkids do not have to miss
What the summertime should be about.
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