Camp Writers

Check out some of today's poems - can you tell they are linked to camp?

Sam C

Not only the mist engulfing the point of the mountain,

Not only the birds singing along the lines of the dawn chorus,

Not only the steam rising off the thermal water,

Not only the crescent moon gently tiptoeing up the sky's starry back,

Not only the delighted cries of the heroic tree climber,

Not only the cowering souls, resting in the graveyard. 

 

Max
Not only the leaves waltzing in tune
Not only the lonesome bird singing - can fly
Not only the magical mist gently conquering the hilltops - can die
No, not only.

If only the sun didn't guide the world
If only he didn't burn my skin
If only the rain didn't dampen my soul
If only.

When only the birds survive the war
When only the weeds can be seen
When only the people can rule the land
Only then will we understand
Only then can we heal the scars
Only then.

Evie

Not only the sun reigning down on the water

Mystifying the forest

Not only the secret hidden inside us all

Locked away

Not only the wind freezing the shivering leaves

Lifeless

Not only the daffodil crying out in despair

Nothing

Not only the frost betraying the colour of the grass

Enemy

Not only the steam rising from the heated water

Not only the sky bursting through the night blanket

Not only.

Madoka

Not only the sky

Not only one cloud 

Not only one bird

But only one destiny.

Blue clouds hover

In the mystery scented sky

And the golden mother awakens

A warm graceful crimson flower

Beautifully ruling the sky.

Not only the dawn chorus

Not only happiness

Not only the snowflakes

Longing for adventure.

Not only the flower petals pirouette

Not only the leaves wave

Not only my heart shivers

Not only the salty water trickles down my cheek

Something more important.

The sky is there

Connecting

Every smile

Every feeling

Every life.

The golden door opens

Leading to a brand new journey. 

Evelyn

Not only the dusty mist blocking the snow covered hills

Not only the sun adorning the hill with a crimson cloak

Not only the rushing stream flowing rapidly along the track

Not only the grass dancing in the rhythm of the wind

Not only the trees sheltering us from the crying sky

Not only the birds singing to the rising sun

Not only the stars guiding us like lanterns.