Camp Memories

Camp Memories

When packing up to go home 

Don’t forget to pack your memories 

If you lose them 

The way that you remembered them is forever gone 

Keep them safe 

and wrap them with a pretty silk bow 

Don't be scared to take them out when you get home 

Just remember to put them back  

These memories can only be found by 

those who have experienced the time 

These memories are a part of your family 

Treat them as such

They hide high in the trees 

Or at the bottom of the lake 

They are heavy 

So they won't be blown out of the tree by the wind 

They are waterproof 

so they won't die in the water 

They are safe from all harm 

Even if they are not in your mind 

They are always in your heart



 

Amelia_v

VT

18 years old

Anna_banana

VT

17 years old

The Voice

August 2023

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