Kingswood For Life Issue 3
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LOOKING PROUDLY DOWN<br />
Wiff,<br />
As always, a note from you brings me directly to the shores of Mother T. Ah, to be present on the day of a sparkler is pure magic and though those days are<br />
fleeting, permanently etched in my memory, and accessible at all times.<br />
I was going through some old sketchbooks and found one I had during my Summers at <strong>Kingswood</strong>. In it was a poem, perhaps written as a part of my, ahem,<br />
consecutive Songfest victories as Arrow Captain. The tone of the work seems to speak of an end to Summer and a longing for beginnings. I am sure that I<br />
borrowed liberally from a currently unnamed poet, so to that person thank you. Not title was present in the sketchbook, so I ask that you name it.<br />
There?s something off about <strong>Kingswood</strong>,<br />
It?s far too big today;<br />
There aren?t any cheers or whoops<br />
With all the boys away.<br />
The boats are beached and very still,<br />
The infield has no base.<br />
The clubs and discs, the bats the balls<br />
Are strangely all in place.<br />
Upon the middle of the floor<br />
No magazine is spread,<br />
With campers sprawled in childish ease<br />
And comics to be read.<br />
No bathing suits upon the line<br />
Or calls of ?Time to eat!?<br />
No tracks upon the cabin floor<br />
Brought in by running feet.<br />
Home is a place so very nice<br />
<strong>For</strong> those who go that way.<br />
But an empty lodge is lonely camp<br />
<strong>For</strong> those who have to stay.<br />
A parent?s glad a child can go<br />
To camp, a while to thrive,<br />
But gladder still, the counselor seems,<br />
When that same child arrives.<br />
Ever vigilant,<br />
Hammer