A/N: Okay, so once at band camp this week we did a photo/video scavenger hunt, and one of the things on the list of things we had to do was write and recite a poem about the camp counsellor leading our group. So I took the responsibility to write this cheesy poem. It's nothing amazing, but... eh.
Here is a poem for our counsellor, Emily.
She's an amazing French horn player and beautiful to see.
And since this camp lasts only two more days,
We want to tell her she's wonderful in many different ways.
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoesiaSome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
