My Ode To Camp Aldersgate Poem by kendra swan

Six days of peaceful bliss,
In amazing Camp Aldersgate.
Sundays on Mondays are sweeter than a kiss,
Will put you in a coma induced state.

It takes forever for the first day to come,
But the week goes by fast.
I love it here more than some,
But I wish all summer it would last.

The animals we see always surprises.
The activities are always fun.
We get up shortly before the sun rises.
The lake is beautiful, glistening in the morning sun.

The Indian tribe that goes by Caddo,
Wears a dot of blue.
To get a little bit cooler, you need a shadow,
What the weather is going to be like you have to clue.

The other tribe that goes by Quapaw,
Wears a stripe of red.
At home I want to withdraw,
Staying at home being bored is something i dread.

At the end of the week we add up tribe points.
Even if my tribe loses, I still come back.
The camp helps me deal with arthritis in my joints,
But when i get home from the long ride i always hit the sack.