The canvas tents, a khaki hue,
Beneath a sky of endless blue.
Subic's air, a tender kiss,
A memory of youthful bliss.
The crackling fire, a golden heart,
Where stories spun and fears would part.
Marshmallows toasted, sticky sweet,
Barefoot dances on the zestful feet.
The scent of pine, a woodsy grace,
A whispered prayer in that wild space.
Learning knots, a steady hand,
Exploring trails...
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