GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – “HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH”
July 6th – We’ve been at camp for five days and we miss home. We miss Mom and Dad and Little Sis. We miss our friends. More importantly, we miss our Internet connection. Write a ten line poem belying what what you hate about camp. The first nine are your complaints; the tenth line is the “Oh, never mind, this place isn’t so bad.” revelation.
STAYING ON THE TRAIL