RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Camp Mystic
On the banks of the Guadalupe
They camped for a hundred years
Now the camp is under water
Swollen with a flood of tears
The girls of the Christian summer camp
Were fast asleep that night
Some were playing by the light of a lamp
When a storm came into sight
They did not know the depth of it
The river rose so hard and fast
They could not know the breadth of it
It hit them with a blast
It swept away their summer fun
It stole away their innocence
The days of carefree youth are done
It never will make sense
The camp will never be the same
A place of boundless sorrow
A tragedy will be its name
Each day beyond tomorrow
(At last count, 27 girls were missing
from Camp Mystic in Texas.)
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