Junior High Epistle

This year as before in the years gone by,
We gathered to laugh, to share and to cry,
To write down our thoughts by the beautiful shore,
To learn how the light is the answer to war.
Here on the bay we've done all sorts of stuff,
And no matter how much it's still not enough
Some of our sessions were boring at best,
But those could be chances to catch up on rest.
We played and we learned and we gobbled ice cream
And the week passed us quickly as if in a dream
In fishbowl we learned how both genders think,
With embarrassing questions, a flush and a wink
Elizabeth Fry dropped in from the past,
And taught us of prisons and the truth that will last.
We played Primate Bellows, a hilarious game,
That made all of us funny and humble and lame.
We swam at the beach and played in the sun,
We'll have precious memories of love and of fun.
Now that we end our very last day,
We must sadly depart from the silvery bay.
We hope that the spirit that brought
us together this year and united
us over the week will stay with us
and bring us together again next year