Nobody in the pool
Nobody in the shul
Bunkhouses swept and emptied
Kids and counselors back in school
We have our memories
Address books full of new friends’ names
Learning groups and all-day trips
Shabbos songs and baseball games
Summer’s over; those eight weeks, they really flew
I’ll never forget them and I’m sure you won’t, too
Now the Sun goes down
Earlier than yesterday
The days are getting shorter
Less time to go out to play
The Catskill roads have emptied
The New Yorkers have gone home
Even though we’re packed together
Somehow we feel alone
Our summer memories
Will last on and on
Although the grass turns brown
And August is long gone
Already awaiting
The time the school year ends
When we’re back in camp
Back with all our summer friends
ברוכים הבאים
Nobody in the pool
Nobody in the shul
Bunkhouses swept and emptied
Kids and counselors back in school
We have our memories
Address books full of new friends’ names
Learning groups and all-day trips
Shabbos songs and baseball games
Summer’s over; those eight weeks, they really flew
I’ll never forget them and I’m sure you won’t, too
Now the Sun goes down
Earlier than yesterday
The days are getting shorter
Less time to go out to play
The Catskill roads have emptied
The New Yorkers have gone home
Even though we’re packed together
Somehow we feel alone
Our summer memories
Will last on and on
Although the grass turns brown
And August is long gone
Already awaiting
The time the school year ends
When we’re back in camp
Back with all our summer friends
Wow, the luggage littering the sidewalks and streets is tremendously inspiring. Can you post more of them please?
That poem was really something special – until the last part!
Ani Maamin Beemuna Shleima Bvias Hamoshiach Vaf Al Pi Sheyismahmehya Im Kol Zeh Achake Lo Bchol Yom Sheyavo!