The story of my Summer camp
Is one I'd like to tell
If I had to sum it up
I'd say it went quite well

This tale is a love story
As I hoped it would be
Though the object of my love
Was a surprise to me

I had hoped that I would sing
Of a Summer romance
With someone who I could love
My childhood friend perchance

I had been feeling so lost
Confused and alone
I had wished that I would find
Somebody of my own

But I've grown to realise
I don't want that life
I don't think I'll ever be
A husband to a wife

I've discovered my true love
For birds and beasts and bees
All the creatures of the lake
And for plants and trees

If I received a single chance
To make a magic wish
It would be to spend my life
With creatures and with fish

I wish this Summer wouldn't end
And I didn't have to leave
Maybe my dreams will come to be
If I dare to believe

Close my eyes, and count to ten
Count the time I spend
Thinking that I could fight with time
And win in the end

Time has passed, the time has come
To leave my newfound home
Time to go back to my life
Of reading an old tome

Wait! That's it! I've worked it out!
I know how to return
Without being subjected
To being an intern

Once I'm done with my degree
I will write a book
Of all the creatures that I met
And the journey I took

I'll write about the forest
The trees which grow so high
The leaves forming a tiny brush
Painting on the sky

I'll write of forest creatures
Which come out at night
I might sprinkle in a myth
Of a small woodland sprite

I will write of Nellie too
And boating on the lake
Of the relaxing fishing trips
Which I chose to take

The ripples of the lake surface
And the water lily flowers
I could sit beside that shore
For hours upon hours

If I write of the Reinwolf
Which I think I should
Then surely I must return
To meet it in the wood

Maybe I'll see Bighand there
Herbert would be pleased
If we found the hairy beast
In amongst the trees

I doubt I could write about
A creature I've not met
Who knows, maybe I'll find out
There's more I've not seen yet

That is why I must go back
That's my excuse, at least
To write about the camp I love
And every mythic beast

So that's exactly what I did.
The book, it sold enough
Though no endless money source
It covers bills and stuff

I've not got a wife or kids
Which I need to support
I'll be honest, I don't want
Anything of the sort

I now work an office job
It's fine there, I suppose
Boring, yes, but then again
That's the way life goes

I still write in my free time
Mostly just for fun
My first book was nice to write
But I think I'll stick with one

This here is the life for me
It's got all I need
I can't really ask for more
That just seems like greed

Still, I find it's rather dull
In my suburban street
I wish this jungle was of wood
Rather than concrete

Time rolls on eternally
With a tock and tick
I'm throwing my life away
In a cage of brick

Should I go back to the world
Which I knew as a child
The joy and fun which I once knew
Found out in the wild

I look out at the city sprawl
And yearn for the trees
I long to be out in the world
And feel a gentle breeze

I wish I had some outdoor space
In my apartme-flat
But I'll make do with potted plants
And petting my cat

Written by Emma