Camp Summer Poems | Examples
These Camp Summer poems are examples of Summer poems about Camp. These are the best examples of Summer Camp poems written by international poets.
Salmon pink horizon beguiles as I towel dry
Upon a muted canvas morphs hues at sunset.
The lake decants of its waders and pontoons.
Mirrored waters tranquil—a soothing elixir.
Tidy up and make camp for the night.
The campsite invited blissful slumber.
Natural waters reflected frond umbrellas.
An artificial lake at once sequestered.
Fuchsia shades spackled across dusky skies.
All had surfaced—I dove into a lost horizon.
Rainbow ribbons in her hair
Playing in the grass with no care
Making mud pies in the dirt
Skinny dipping in July no pants no shirt
Playing hide and seek football too
Finger painting pictures under sky blue
Racing the wind playing in the rain
Singing favorite songs pretending to have fame
Riding in the back of an old pickup truck
No seatbelt there on a dare so tough
Catching fireflies and huge June bugs
Sitting by camp fire drinking from a jug
Walking to church for Sunday school
Praying for sinners crazies and fools
Not yet finessed in politically correct
Calling it how you see it no regrets
Buzzing bees
pollen covered bee
flits from flower to flower
nature's matchmaker
Camping
frogs croaking in base
crickets chirping in tenor
camp with nature's band
Midnight swim
reflecting moonlight
lunar cool lake shadows dance
dappling your sweet face
Sammy, the good lad
does enjoy the Summer days
He helps his parents in household chores
obeying* them with smile always.
Sammy, the good lad
is rejoicing in the Lord
He joins the annual Summer camp
to have fun, and read God’s Word.
Sammy learns to pray with faith
to the Saviour up above
That in Summer vacation
he can share more gifts with love…
O Sammy, the good lad
is so kind and cheerful
Teaching little boys and girls to sing
with Bible verses wonderful.
*Ephesians 6:1 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.
December 30, 2023
Sent away at age five for the summer
No way his parents could have been dumber
On Johnny's first day at camp
His pants were completely damp
Not toilet-trained yet ~ That's a real bummer
Seasonal writing may be fraught
with dreams that hip and hop,
feelings that flip and flop.
We want, of course, that which is not.
In crushing heat, chill winds must blow.
We write of cool, crisp days.
We write of warmer ways
when cold, and craft a camp fire’s glow.
Fall is a transitional thing
when the winds huff and puff.
Fickle, we cry “Enough!”,
and write of gentle, greening Spring.
So write away until no more
weather shapes fertile pens.
Leave the seasons to cleanse
our pens and let our musing soar!
F all is almost here.
A corns and pumpkins to roast.
R ed and gold leaves will soon cover the yard.
E ating the last watermelon, oh my.
W ater sports will be tucked away.
E veryone getting ready for school.
L oved learning to swim at camp.
L ong days now turning short.
T ogether next year at the lake.
O n our way home for the winter.
S ay goodbye to the hot days.
U se time to reflect.
M emories will last forever.
M y summer love is back at school.
E ating BBQ has ended for the year.
R ain will soon turn into snow.
Date Written: 9/25/2020
1. Farewell To Summer
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Dusk air approaches
mayflies camp atop my tent
dreams of warming light
Summer Camp
Summer camp's been a win-win, this week made me grin!
What great times we had, going like mad, never sad
met playing croquet the first day of our va-cay
you're the one I had fun with each day in the sun
played awesome sports in shorts, laughed through games of all sorts
what jokes we'd make sitting by the lake, sun would bake
we swam every day at the dam, then had to scram
off to canoe, whistle blew, I'd eat lunch with you
goodbye my sweetie pie, our time has just flown by
your kiss felt right late last night. Don't forget to write!
written 17 Aug 2020
Ding a ling
Ring a ling
Ping a ling
Ting a ling
Sing a thing
Wing a thing
Fling a thing
Sling a thing
Crown a king
Drown a king
Hound a king
Pound a king
Clap along
Snap along
Tap along
Flap along
Ding dong
Ping pong
King Kong
Bing bong
End song
Adieu to the sun-kissed flowers
Goodbye to the brisk ocean waves
Leaving behind the fresh green grass
Parting ways with bright butterflies
Separating from sweet ice cream
Departing the fires of camp sides
Farewell, Summer, I miss your touch!
September 7, 2019
FAREWELL, SUMMER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
Harrison Park is large
It has a trailer park
The people camp out
They spend their summer
In this park is a restaurant
All the food is home made
This place is always packed
They are enjoying their meal
The park has visitors
Rain or shine people come
To visit the small zoo
To see animals
There are cages with birds
They are different species
A partridge waits to show
His pretty feathers spread
For evryone to see
he likes to display them
For everyone to see
To show off his colors
at summer camp
sharing candy necklace
with new friends
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
There is always joy in the summer season.
Getting out of school for ten weeks is one reason.
However, there is one thing about summer I like.
No, I’m not talking about riding my bike,
or going through the woods to take a hike.
My old man drives an old beat-up Ford.
Summer camp for me is one thing he can’t afford.
So for this time, I am stuck in the city.
However, for me, you need not feel pity.
If I have a couple of bucks, I’m in luck.
I just wait for that Italian water ice truck.
August 22, 2012