The Summer Camp of Love
I was so high that summer
- - - - - The world was unclouded and bright
- - - - - - - - -Taking hits off the Holy Spirit
- - - - - - - - - at the Chapel Woods campfires
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Getting ready for the bridegroom
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Trimming our wicks, we knew
- - - - - - - - - He was coming with sound of trumpets
- - - - - - - - - And we would never be alone
- - - - - For those who repented of their sins,
cast their earthly vices aside,
- - - - - were the first to get stoned.
2 comments:
Nice piece David. I guess you are getting revved up about that piece coming out published soon in the Berea Journal.
Love the metaphor chosen..very clever.
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