This is the poem I wrote after I got home from camp in 1997. This
isn't what I wanted it to be, but I wanted to somehow tell everyone
from camp how special they were and how much they had influenced my
life. So I'd like to dedicate this poem to everyone that I know
from camp (it's too long a list to name everyone!) But I love you
guys, and you truly have made my life so beautiful.
My Camp Poem
I can never express how much you've meant
Because there are no words beautiful enough
And no eternity long enough
To say how precious you are to me.
One night, I laid in bed
It was dark and I began to cry thankful tears.
I asked God--
"What have I done to deserve such happiness?
How could I have possibly earned such a rich
blessing, as to know that that You've led me
to?" (for I know it is no accident that we've met)
When suddenly I realized
I had done nothing, and I knew I could never earn
something so wonderful as you are.
You (and the times we spend together)
are a gift.
A rare, priceless gift that's meant more to
me than anything else in this world.
I would say thank you
But it is too commonplace and overused for what I want to tell you
So instead, just let me say
I love you
And you will forever be a part of me.
Sara Randall, June 1997
Poetry
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