Our bus zooms past treeline highways as we travel to the annual camp-meeting

I am always looking forward to the camp-meeting

It is in the cool, dry breeze and the happy faces

It is in the strange people who peopled the places

There is no mask, no pretence and no sinister

Every male is a brother; every female a sister


Wish every day is like the days spend in camp, no one bottle emotion of anger

No lethargy among the brethren or lurking danger

Aside unending spiritual exercise, the firefly is a companion

But once you take abode in the cottage, you have no worry

The time of day I cherish most is when the porridge is being served without hurry

The tropical sun may be unfriendly in December, camp meeting is a time to remember

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