Girls Camp. My last Year.

Up in the mountains
The air so pure
Being together with girls we know
Laughing and loving and learning from each other
From a first year beehive
To a last year laurel
We all band together
To make girls camp fun

Crunching of pine needles
The crackle of the fire
Tripping and falling
Band-aids at the ready
Smoke in your face
Marshmallows in your stomach
Serving each sister
In secret and with gifts

Listening to our leaders who,
Like the trees, protect us
They guide us,
Standing firm and strong

With bees, mice and moths,
Flies mosquitoes galore
Each day we learn and learn even more
Camping that helps us
Get closer to God
We get closer to each other
And learn from all we meet

One Emily leaving
While the other is just beginning
As sisters of God
And princesses forever

From Kellie and Becky
To Emily H.
I have learned so much from everyone
I can’t express my thanks
Each girl I have met here
I will never forget