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Camp Judy Layne Song
Don
Belairs
Beneath the emerald latticework of maple,
birch and oak.
I breathe the vapors that
are shared by man
and beast.
Each morning reaffirms that I'm significant to
earth,
Each simple meal becomes a royal feast.
I greet each day at camp as more important
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All the beauty of the heavens and the beauty
of the woods.
Seem to pale
beside the beauty in your smile.
Though the trails have made me weary, life
at camp has taught me well.
Where I can make a friend, I'll walk another mile.
For the bridges that join islands and the towers
that touch clouds.
Are forged of steel and iron, both metals,
strong and sure.
But the strength
of the two hands clasping is a bond
forever joined.
In our journey to the truth, it shall endure.
than the last.
As I make peace with any fury in my heart.
I walk hand in hand with nature as she
guides
me down each path.
I learn the end is never reached before the start.
than
the last.
As I make peace with any fury in my heart.
I walk hand in hand with nature as she guides
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The dinner bell is rung, taps
are finally sung.
The scarlet sun has set, and I cannot forget
As we sit around the
campfire in the hills of
Judy Layne
It is an honor having been away, to come
back here again.
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