Camp Michawana Memories

As my mom drives up

The loud and bumpy road

All I hear are the leaves

Rustling and the bird chirping

The sun just merely blinding 

Me from the top of the trees

As we turn into the only sandy path

The black and blue cabins stand old but strong

As if having been built just yesterday

Stopping at the mess hall

And seeing campers laugh

Pots and pans making tonight's dinner

Just beyond the edge, right out the window

Lies the clear and glistening lake

Full and boats and revving jet skies

At night is when all is quiet

With only the sounds from

Swishing waves 

And the cackling of fire