Camp Lee

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Pine trees high
And chilly winter snow
A cold, gentle breeze,
Where leaders grow.

Prints in the dirt
And varieties of good
All cabins made
From the same dark wood.

Bundled up warm
And hiding from cold
Soon to be leaders
Learning to be bold.

From Gold to Orange
And Green to Blue
They’ve all learned
To not judge you.

The recreational hall
Brings about tranquility
Even when new leaders
Show their vulnerability.

Up the mountain side
They went in the night
Only to be met with a
Wonderful starry sight.

A memorable weekend,
This they all agree
Never to be forgotten
Were the days at Camp Lee.

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