A Poem About Timber Tops

Camp is
Waking up in the morning
Excited for what has yet
To come

Camp is
Friends who care more than
They should

Camp is
Giving it your all because
There is nothing to lose

Camp is
Feeling as though the world is
At your fingertops

Camp is
Like fireworks. One colorful, quick,
Memorable event after another

I live for camp and
Camp is life

By Carly B. in Chestnut

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