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A little backwoods corner
Set away for a boy scout camp
Back in its early days, it wasn’t any more
Than a lodge, a gravel road, and a lonely street
lamp.
I walk the silent road,
Gravel crunching my boots
Thinking, This place is my home,
This place is my roots.
I whisk away to a merit badge class,
Teaching little Scouters all I know
The last day wasn’t cloudy at all,
But still the sadness would show
I was leaving a place that changed me
Just working for a meager pay
But my heart had grown attached to it,
I would’ve given up almost anything to stay
It was there my friendships bear,
And there my hardships share
It’s there my nerves would wear
And there my heart would tear
It was a time of change,
Of trial and new life
I saw all the happiness
That came out of all our strife
As the staff we always laughed
We always tried to look good
The camper’s were first and foremost,
We hid our problems in the wood
We did our best to be prepared
To face another day
We had our hardships, sure.
But still I want to stay
I’m coming back this year,
I can’t wait for summer to come
But until I get to CDR,
The totems I will hum.
by Andrew Foret 2001
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