The air is sweet with perfume of the lake
The grasshoppers hum like an electric wake
Children’s laughter echoes through the trees
Summer camp, I still believe
I am there once again where the love affair began
between the water and the sky
Where my childhood and my children still abide
There can never be an end
where so many hearts have been
Summer camp, I still believe
You paint beautifully with words. Took me back.
Thank you. That is a beautiful idea. Painting with words.