July 1st – The sun creeps up above the horizon, the flag is raised and the bugler should be stuffed in a pillow case and shoved under a bunk. It’s the first day of Poetry Camp. Attention Campers!
Good Morning! For today’s prompt, you are asked to write a camping memory from some point in your life. Maybe you went camping as a family? Possibly, you had attended Band Camp or Scout Camp or Computer Camp. A group of your friends rented a cabin and you partied in the wilderness. Start this camping experience with a blast from your past!