Camp Poems - Poems about Camp

girl and her daddy are in the doctor’s waiting room neither of them appears to be sick she looks especially well. Her eyes are bright, and she is moving around like a bubble She smiles at me and waves. I wave back, glad to see her. Maybe they are here for a camp check-up? She turns and regurgitates all over the seat. Her...

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Years ago at our cabin, when our grandchildren Damien and Taylor were young… (Why does time so often seems so short) the four of us with lumber from Lowes decided to build a fort. The exact date of this undertaking…I’m so old now…I forget I do know our two other grandchildren, Aden and Ava, weren’t in our family yet. We...

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We’d not seen our grandson in weeks, Unless you count photo-type peeks, But today, like a champ, When we met him at camp, He was grinning right up to his cheeks. We were thrilled we could thus reconnect, Though we hadn’t known what to expect, But our mutual hugs (So much better than shrugs!) Had a perfect, delightful effect. Now we’ll spend a few days...

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I found a bunch of letters Dated 1993, Which were written by my son from camp And forwarded to me. It was his first time staying there, For one month, in a bunk. He was away, with new routines And he was in a funk. His letters said he missed us And was homesick just at night. Aside from that, it seemed that he Was managing...

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Q Once we have been set free from our enemy's camp is it possible for us to become re-captured? A Yes, but it's also possible for Jesus Christ to rescue us again as well. But we must first recognize our need for fresh deliverance. "Lord...

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The grandkids are heading to sleepaway camp, Their clothing all labeled and packed, Plus all of the extras they may or not need - Way too much, as a matter of fact. They bring pillows and blankets and flashlights and fans And shin guards and sandals and cleats And towels and bug spray and sunscreen and stamps And shampoo, toothbrush,...

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Early in a damp woodsman's camp seeing sawyers from a logging town to stop the conversation bogging down as asked my age among other things I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,' then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed made a bee-line through the trees so as not to lose my noggin when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe I ducked...

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March 28 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 4-8 Key Verse – 1Samuel 4:7 … God is come into the camp… FAITH IN GOD WHO COMES INTO OUR CAMP God comes to our camp for salvation-joy’s fresh start Since He is our Saviour Who seeks our humble heart… Here we are with faith against pride’s dart Truly...

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I am no king, yet here I stand, A puppet bound by Baba’s hand. He lifts me high, he pulls the strings, He owns my fate, he crowns my wings. He whispers soft, “The throne is yours,” Yet locks my soul behind his doors. With stolen gold, he paves my way, My name, my face, the price he pays. He calls me son,...

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Outside the camp In mocking cruelty They crucified Their King. ‘Away with him’ They cried, And thus Religion triumphed For another day, The status quo Preserved for priests Impelled by hatred To defend their faulted cause. Too blind to see The God-writ symbols Of their ancient rites, Those pointers To the Prince of Life They pierced And pinned Outside the camp. They saw their deed A timely vindication Of their careful rule To keep the Roman peace. This self-appointed Christ Suits...

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Old Donald an out of work tramp retired to a new nudist camp what he hadn't been told was the pool water's cold which reduced his prospects when damp ...

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It's cloudy Sunday At foothills of Mt. Apo Lies array of tents....

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Her spell remains over me 44 years later Once a bumblebee has kissed the nectar of Snapdragon The creature is fever of succulence She says, “You kiss so softly I think it’s a thing with guys with braces My name is Bob.” That’s quite a coincidence After our third day at Civitan camp in Albion High school awaits us all this fall Someone...

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It makes a stop; the kids climb on And poof! The day camp bus is gone. The parents wave; the kids, strapped in, Are off to let their day begin. Some campers smile, while others fret, Not certain of their prospects yet. Still, most of them (not everyone) Will spend some hours having fun. The afternoon will come at last, Their camping session over...

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Winding up the sheet, I just Couldn't sleep! Dragged the sheet outside, Beside the mud puddle, That I thought was alive! The railroad tracks right by my side, ...

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