Camp Friends
When you dream of camp in years to be,
Above all else you'll prize
Those friendships formed in camping days,
Beneath the open skies
For comrades of the water ways,
Of trail and glowing fire,
Relive glad days, retell old tales
Of which they never tire.
You have shared so much in sun and rain -
Foolish things and wise,
And 'neath the candid gaze of stars
Have worn no cheap disguise.
You have known the peace of silent hills,
Have learned what e'er betide
Through paths of life turn east or west
Camp friends can ne'er divide.
