When boys and girls dream of one another
I remember all those years ago
When I was happy, and you were too.
We spent our summers giggling,
Flirting with the camp counselor,
All of us named the same,
Alice, Lisa, Elise
We spent our days in bathing suits
Pulling the grass from our toes
Squealing when it brushed our bellies as we swam,
Laying on the docks in sun kissed bodies,
Alice, Lisa, Elise.
We ran everywhere, too excited to walk,
Too impatient to wait one second more
To meet up at the rock. Just a rock,
It’s memorial plaque long unread.
We made noise until old ladies shushed us from their windows,
Floral nightgowns waving us home
And we scattered into the lamplight,
Boys and girls, dreaming of one another.
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Great image of carefree youth.
Thanks for taking me back to Camp Fernbrook!
A great poem! Can I suggest (were it mine) repeating the names? They give the poem movement and a child’s-game-quality when the appear. It might work at least once more…but great work!