Camp Summer Poems

To be sung in the tune of “Frosty the Snowman”

Sammy, the good lad 
does enjoy the Summer days
He helps his parents in household chores
obeying* them...

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Welcome to the place where I’ve put my stamp
A little lot I call camp
Where good times and laughter
Make memories that will last forever after
It’s a...

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(Leeza, my roommate Lisa’s little sister, was off-tha-hook earlier this summer)

thirteen
peach flesh
fabuk buster
nu-metal priss
sexless breasts
bitten fingernails
dirty babyskin feet
mirror mesmerized
straight-eyed honesty
grouchapottamus
without analysis
corollary sister
wide eyed
hot mess
skinny
pacer
bella
doe
.
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Webster: Corollary:...

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Sent away at age five for the summer
  No way his parents could have been dumber
     On Johnny's first day...

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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...

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What a stupid situation
Twenty foot above the ground
But when I reach the bottom
I’m nearly half way round
It was Ronnie Hatchard said it
Hey boys lets have...

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Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer. 
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer. 
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel. 
Wild geese are soon flying in lines...

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At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon 
was heard singing along attune 
At the neighborhood saloon 
swooning to a...

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It all started in North Carolina
Home of my heart and physique
I don’t think it’s praised in China
Because of such blazing mystique

It began at Keystone Camp...

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As summer evolves,
With heat and despair,
The boy I once knew,
Gazes up in the air,
He's enamored by freedom,
The choices supplied,
By three months vacation,
And magic implied,
Some friends...

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I REMEMBER THE LITTLE GIRL

BMWs shine on the lot, row after row,
reflecting the blinding summer sun of Pinedale, California.
Their windows blink back stories of 4,792...

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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...

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Dusk air approaches
mayflies camp atop my tent
dreams of warming light...

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They made it through six weeks of camp;
I’m happy and surprised
For I believed the calendar
Would have to be revised.

Precautions had been taken
And it seems they...

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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...

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