Summer-Camp Smells

(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)

§  Sing a song of summer-camp smells!
Water bubbling from mineral wells;
cabins musty after it rains;
sneakers dusty from woodland lanes.

  §  Pungent weeds and trampled-down grass;
wood and glue in handicrafts class;
fresh grease on a rusty oarlock;
algae dripping under the dock. 

   §  Buddy burners and tin-can stoves;
bacon and eggs and broken loaves;
fragrant wood-smoke curling higher;
marshmallows that catch on fire.
   §  O, memory forms and quickly jells
when you sniff those summer-camp smells! 
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas

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