A poem for you

Twas the night before Senior Teen as I sat in my house,

I realized I hadn’t started packing, not even one once.

The dirty clothes in hamper once thrown there without care,

Now rushed to the washer with minutes to spare.

I pulled out my suitcase, hidden under the bed,

Being careful to not hit my poor little head.

Packing shorts and my shirts and my favorite ball cap,

I threw in my old sneakers and other such crap.

Checking in on Facebook to read all the camp chatter,

Avoiding all of the statuses that just didn’t matter.

I moved all my junk mail into the trash,

Then I went to my wallet to count up my cash.

For the candy store money to take when I go,

I looked in my wallet and screamed out “OH NO!”

Why does the money I make always seem to disappear?

This happened to me the same time just last year.

I knew to act fast, so lively,  so quick,

I reached for my phone to call Grandpa Nick.

As I dialed the phone, the reminder it came,

I’m annoyed by the rule, it really is lame.

No cellphones at camp, no texting, or calling,

When I think of this rule, I just feel like balling.

The rule is unfair, not fair to us at all,

What if I miss my very important call?

Then I stopped for a minute, a few minutes went by,

When I suddenly understood there was no reason to cry.

If I was part of the staff and knew what they knew,

I probably would make the rules that they do.

The staff wants what’s best, it isn’t a spoof,

They do want what’s best, I remember their proof.

Each August when I take a step on camp grounds,

The lifeguard is there to make sure no one drowns.

No money is paid to the counselors or leaders,

Not even to the guy who makes sure there are no game cheaters.

The cooks and the worship team are all really kind,

They give up their vacation and don’t ever mind.

They hang out with teens and talk about God,

I thought for a moment and then with a nod

I packed up my suitcase, to camp I must go,

Oh why does my mom insists that we go slow?

I can’t wait to see them, the staff and my friends,

I really do wish the camp week never ends.

As I try to fall asleep, on this night before camp,

I pull up the covers and turn off the lamp.

My prayers start Dear God, thank you so much for Camp T,

That place is so special, so special to me.