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Sonnet I: Ode to Dance Camp

From West Virginia, a camp of dance we take,
     A camp of friends and fun, of tales and song.
And at this camp in mountains deep we make
     Mem’ries to last our lives forever long.

Tradition lives today among us all
     In folks like you or me it’s clear, although
These folks have done their best to heed the call
     And share with friends all that they do and know.

So at this camp, these folks with fam’lies too
     Enjoy the merry sport of time removed
From words like “work” and “pain,” like “things to do,”
     And pass the blissful life of toils eschewed.

I stand at camp, the light upon my face
     And say, “How could I ever leave this place?”

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