Twas the night before camp, when all through the house…
We were filling stuff sacks with help from the scoutmaster’s spouse. (Thanks Mom!)
The backpacks were neatly stacked by the door…
And patrol box inventories were scattered across the living room floor.
Other parents placed last minute calls…
To be certain their sons were fully prepared for all sorts of weather from high heat to sudden rain squalls.
We soon grew tired and longed for rest…
Having done our best (and knowing that we depend on God to be blessed!)
So with one last push we conclude our efforts to stow
All that junk we “might” need should the woods become radioactive and start to unexpectedly glow.
(You can’t be too safe, you know!)
So we’ll see our friends tomorrow
To start a week of fun
Swimming, boating and shooting arrows
In the glorious, blistering, hot sun.
OK…so I had better keep my day job. A poet I am not. Still I’m hopeful you are smiling … please direct me to my cot.