Coppercreek Camp is more than just a place for big adventures
where best friends are made in just two short weeks
where hair wraps are a skill of the gods, so-to-speak
where the word “clean” is completely redefined
where the goats never like to stay confined
where getting up on the wakeboard is an admirable feat
where mosquitoes never run out of things to eat
where dirt gets into places you never thought possible
where CIT’s do it like a boss, fasho
where drinking water is as necessary as breathing
where wasps find a home in Galaxy’s ceiling
where friendship bracelets are worth more than gold
where ice cream sundaes are prizes to behold
where Capture the Flag is a way of life
where last minute skits cause major strife
where Spasm the cat evades death on the daily
but now that I think about it, I haven’t seen him lately…
where fears are conquered 40 feet in the air
where table setting causes great despair
where there’s nothing like taking that post-TREK shower
or actually sleeping during rest hour
where a package is like a present from Heaven
where you can’t ride in my little red wagon
where Derbus hangs out when your’re skipping to school
where CIT’s ALWAYS have to get in the pool
where the only grade that matters is cabin clean-up
where when we’re saying goodbye, we sing along “what’s up?”
where the dances surpass all by far
where outposts are spent looking at the stars
where it’s perfectly normal to break into song
and expect everyone around you to start singing along
where flip flop tans are all the rage
where time flies, no matter your age
It’s a place where no one stops believing,
a place a heart don’t forget
It’s a wolf pack party
for those who went on T-Dub TREK
Where I will follow you into the dark
singing, “Hey Juliet”
Where I believe in a thing called love
or something like that
Where summer girls come and summer girls go
but Tayswift’s always blasting from the stereo
Where I take a deep breath and I get real high
cause every little thing is gonna be all right
Whether we’re from France, the Bay, or Mexico
Coppercreek will always be our second home
I’m leaving on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
But I know I had to the time of my life.
-Lauren Wong
OK, that just gave me chills. Thank you Lauren!
Ahhh… you are welcome! I miss those girls. I hate when the campers grow up and move on. I had a wonderful conversation with Lauren the other day though.
I read this at Vespers this year! This is my favorite poem. It makes me cry every time I read it.
It really sums up camp well. I love the picture of you and Lauren too.
I cried reading this!! Oh how I miss camp. I’d give anything to go back.
We miss you too, Kaci, and would love to have you back. Hopefully the blog will continue to be like a letter from home.
JC Love.