White Choral Bells
White Choral bells upon a slender stalk
Lillies of the valley deck my garden walk
Oh, don’t you wish that you could hear them ring?
That will happen only when the fairies sing.

Witchcraft

If there were witchcraft, I’d make two wishes

A winding road that beacons me to roam

And then I’d wish for a blazing campfire

To welcome me when I’m returning home.

But in this real world, there is no witchcraft

And golden wishes do not grow on trees.

Our fondest daydreams must be the magic

That bring us back our happy memories.

Memories that linger, constant and true

Memories we cherish,

Camp SOCK now are you.