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The Finale

We came as strangers to this land
not always great yet somehow grand.
In unknown waters we would stand
to form ourselves a merry band.

The happy hours we would spend
not breaking rules (though some would bend).
Our summer fun has reached its end.
How we will miss each treasured friend.

No fancy words can help me say
the heartache that I feel today.
For here and now, I can but pray
these memories don’t go away.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for Day 30 of Creative Bloomings “Granada Camp for Wayward Poets”. It’s time to say goodbye to the friends we’ve made and the fun we’ve had at camp.

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