Campfire Memories

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Alright, every year our school goes camping and on the last night the graduates have to sing their "goodbye" song and every time we all start crying. Even the younger people. And This is just a poem about the experience.

Submitted: May 17, 2008

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So this is what it comes to, this is how it will end,

The years of laughter, of enemies, of friends,

It all hits me now like nothing has before,

Who knows what’s next, what life has in store?

I’m leaving what I know and entering what I don’t,

If you think I’ll forget this, I’m telling you I won’t,

Tears stream down, I wouldn’t stop them even if I could,
I hug yet another, our cries echo through the woods,

“Please don’t leave, you can’t leave,” she begs, she pleads,

To comfort us, chocolate and marshmallows he feeds,

The tears won’t stop, and neither will the memories,

Chocked laughter from fond and funny stories,

My tears start to dry, but I’m still crying on the inside,

I need to think, but I’m scared to discover what I’ll find,

How can a group of people care about this so much?

How is it we can feel better after every single touch?

The tears start up again; I reach for you, my salvation,

Somehow I know, I’m somehow ready for my graduation.


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