‘Twas the night of 50’s dinner and all through the land

Root beer floats were consumed, hamburgers in hand

The hand jive took place in quite a popular fashion

Campers of all ages partook with a passion

Now you may be wondering who your story teller is-

The only thing I can tell you in this poem is this

My name is Kelcie and I am a coordinator of sorts

Rhyming is not my profession, I appreciate the support

The morning began as all normal mornings do,

Go-getters were attended and we tried something new

Braun ball is the new game that’s captured our hearts

It’s like traditional baseball but with more moving parts

Today’s breakfast took us all by surprise

When waffles were distributed, which none can despise

We escaped the thunder and kept the sun

There’s nothing here that can limit our fun

Interest groups continued on throughout the day

Paddle boarding, woodworking, and sculpting with clay

We continued to grow and expand our skills

Passing skipper tests and shooting arrows for thrills

The night came to a close with a talent show extraordinaire

Magic tricks, dancing, nothing could quite compare

There were songs and yo-yos, the energy was bright

It was quite the way to end a camp night