would you like a grape?
yeah i came across this poem...if i remember correctly Nat/Nate the theater guy wrote it...it's about camp for all you non-edwards goers...
How do you describe a place where laughter grows like apples on trees
Where self-confidence is gardened with such enthusiam, it is impossible not to bloom
Where sunlight swims thru dancing weeping willow trees, stroking the cement, reminding us how much can happen in one day
How do you describe a place where color actually burns brighter
Where the pictures that occur from sunrise to sunset are enough to fill the photo albums of generations
A place where childhood is captured in a box with no expiration date, constantly preserving it's innocence
This place redefines the word friendship
The support, caring and love are strong enough to build nations
There is a history of kindness
Tradition
Peace
Joy
It is a place where people get paid not with moeny, but with smiles, songs and summer sun dried memories that will make us rich for the rest of our lives
This place is here
It is you
It is me
And no matter how far your soul wanders, part of it will always be here waiting for you to return
How do you describe a place where laughter grows like apples on trees
Where self-confidence is gardened with such enthusiam, it is impossible not to bloom
Where sunlight swims thru dancing weeping willow trees, stroking the cement, reminding us how much can happen in one day
How do you describe a place where color actually burns brighter
Where the pictures that occur from sunrise to sunset are enough to fill the photo albums of generations
A place where childhood is captured in a box with no expiration date, constantly preserving it's innocence
This place redefines the word friendship
The support, caring and love are strong enough to build nations
There is a history of kindness
Tradition
Peace
Joy
It is a place where people get paid not with moeny, but with smiles, songs and summer sun dried memories that will make us rich for the rest of our lives
This place is here
It is you
It is me
And no matter how far your soul wanders, part of it will always be here waiting for you to return