UP AT CAMP
I had to share this old poem with all of you. I sure hope you get
as much of a chuckle out of it as I have. I was cleaning out some things
I had stored away from ages ago and found this poem I wrote probably
back when I was in the fourth or fifth grade in school. It is so funny and so me.
Love, Annie
UP AT CAMP
Every weekend all summer long
we go up to our camp on Tinmouth Pond.
We live in a cabin out in the woods
and there are trees that I climbed;
I can climb trees real good
and we swim and we swim all the day long
and we have an old boat we sometimes ride on,
a rowboat my dad made but the oars are to long.
Sometimes it leaks but we just take a can
to bail out the water and start rowing again.
We do a lot of fishing and we catch fireflies.
There are owls around. I can hear them at night.
We play in the dark
and there are bats out at night
but I don’t know how they fly
without any sight.
They don’t even bump into one single thing.
A bat looks like a mouse, a mouse that has wings.
I love going to camp. There is so much to do and see
and sometimes I hike all the way to Danby,
sometimes with my family and sometimes alone
to the general store for an ice cream cone.
I saw a fawn in the meadow one day.
I had lots of fun watching it play
but its mother saw me and they both ran away.
I’ve seen lots of rabbits and squirrels and chipmunks
and at night at our camp there are raccoons and skunks.
They don’t bother us and we don’t bother them.
They sleep in the day time but they com out again
when it’s night and it’s dark in the woods up at camp
and the raccoons will come and eat right from our hand.
One day I swam all the way cross the pond
and back but I was sure tired when I was done
and my dad couldn’t believe the distance I swam
so I rested awhile and I did it again.
I love to go swimming. I swim every day.
I’d rather be swimming than to eat or to play.
I’d stay there all summer if my folks said we could.
I love swimming and hiking around in the woods
but we come home on Sunday
because there are things we have to do.
My dad has to go back to work
and there’s the garden we need to tend to.
My dog really misses me when I am gone
so when we go to camp we don’t stay to long.
My dog has to stay home.
He stays with Gram and Gramp
but I think he’d have fun if we took him to camp.
By Annie
© 2009 Annie
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