One Time, At Band Camp.

 

 

 

One time,
At Band camp,
I met a lot of strangers.
And strangers they were.
Some didn't even live in my country.

But there's something special about band camp.
Or just that year.
It was really only three weeks,

But by the end,
I didn't know any strangers.

You have to be a little bit different to be a band kid,
A little bit quirky,
A little bit more original.

The people I had met weren't strangers anymore.
They were my friends.
And the end of band camp came way too fast.
There were tears, yes.
More than any previous year.
Parting was hard.

There's always next year, right?

A year has never looked so long.

Author's Note

Not my greatest piece, but heartfelt. It truly was a very very sad day.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your presentation is vivid with imagery and emotion~ has the feel of snapshots spread out on a table in progression~ truly creative writing ~ well done~