The oak trees that swayed with the wind at Kum-Ba-Yah. The nest I walked into as we hiked the trails. The wasps that I angered who dug their stingers in my face. The echo of my cries that pierced throughout the campgrounds. The nurse who spread cold ointment across my bulging purple head.
When I left Summer Camp
The oak trees that swayed with the wind at Kum-Ba-Yah. The nest I walked into as we hiked the trails. The wasps that I angered who dug their stingers in my face. The echo of my cries that pierced throughout the campgrounds. The nurse who spread cold ointment across my bulging purple head.