7 May 2012
Hidden in the trees Far from home & family I sleep upon a plastic bed And swat at flies that buzz round my head
I stare out at the still, black lake It's surface as glassy as one can make Where tadpoles sleep beneath the rocks Oh, let the wind whip your loose locks
Camping, sleeping, dozing off Bright red cabins, frozen lofts Hot chocolate that is bubbly and bitter Please don't loiter, please don't litter
Basketballs thumping, rolling, swishing Volleyballs bumping, spiking, twisting Youth that run and scream and kiss Camp, oh camp, oh what bliss
Faraway • Opuss № I