The Bus Author: Karen Henderson, in cooperation with Sharon Kutchera, Carol James and Colleen Robinson The ride on the bus, Was not a big fuss. But our start and ending, Could use a mending. As we waited on the bus in the lot, It was as hot as a bubbly stew pot. Finally, when we left town, It was to the girl's happy sounds. Singing, yelling, excited and laughing, We rode through all the towns, passing. The two hour bus trek, on our seats, was numbing, but what the heck, we were still humming. When we arrived in town, the whole bus load, We were lost, got directions from the side of the road On the bumpy ride to camp, we took quite a beating, Then we got off the bus, to all the BUGS eating! Mosquitos to the left, Ticks to the right, Spiders of all kinds, gave us a fright! But the ride on the bus, Was not a big fuss.

The Latrines Author: Karen Henderson The latrines are smelly and not so clean, When you sit on the toilet, your face turns GREEN! As you pull up your pants, or wipe your seat, The toilet cover falls and plays a beat. When you sit on the seat and someone knocks, You realize, too late, the doors don't lock! It was OK, it was fine, But I wish I was home, sitting on mine.

 

Through Leaders' Eyes Author: Karen Henderson, in cooperation with Sharon Kutchera, Carol James and Colleen Robinson The last day, we didn't have much luck, The weather was terrible, unless you were a duck! The leaders were cranky, tired and cold, They were huddled in one spot, turning to mold. The rain came down at a terrible pace, To pack the van, it was a race. Everyone tried to keep a brave face. Karen fell down and walked with a limp, Now, teasingly, her name is Mrs. Gimp. Colleen was walking and hurt her knee, "Oh no, not another camp fire" was her plea. Camporee camp fire was miles away, So in our campsite, she and Karen did stay. We have two Colleens', this one was Coleen Q., With all our walking, her feet sang the blues. Our dad camper, Joe, pitched his tent by the bog, His overnight lodger was a great big bull frog! Mornings we all awoke with eyes bleary, Leaders and girls appeared rather weary. Karen came to the rescue, awake before dawn, Bright eyed, bushy tailed, coffee pot on! Out of the tent came Carol, one little eye peeping, To the smell of the coffee, she went a leaping. Sharon had the only mirror in her case, So everybody could fix their face. Dawn and Brittany were in our little band, It sure was nice, to have the extra hand. Well, the rest of the girls had lots of fun, But all of them wished on Sunday there was sun. We are now on the bus, going home, singing songs, But we really hope it does not take too long. Cause the leaders can't wait for hot water to scrub, And soak in peace and quiet, in a great big tub!