Anticipation fills the heart;
It’s nearly time for camp to start.
The bags are packed into the boot;
Jelly cakes and snacks- an absolute.
Along the winding roads we drive,
Never feeling more alive!
At last we reach the unmade lane;
The rickety bridge; the green terrain.
Our eyes are darting left and right;
The pool, the lake- a welcome sight!
Bright canoes await on shore;
Chad’s waterslide- adventure’s door.
The flying fox and paddle boat
Timidity has found an antidote.
Laughter fills the dining hall;
We all await the dinner call.
It’s chapel time, the music plays.
A hush descends as preacher prays.
The message burns within the soul;
The Word and Spirit take control.
Now in the cabin hearts are bared;
Truth discussed, and struggles shared.
Although these times are not the fun,
It’s here the spiritual work is done.
Schedule says free time’s arrived;
With Kiosk snacks we are revived.
Obstacle course proves quite a test;
Capture the flag – ultimate contest.
The Family Night is such a blast!
Chocolate game is unsurpassed!
Pass the parcel always thrills;
Noodle hockey nearly kills!
Nothing else compares to camp
With its indelible timestamp.
A place of concrete victories;
It is the Ministry of Memories.
The site has changed, upgrades been made;
Its former glory – beginning to fade.
Though faint, the hallowed ground does speak-
“I’ll always remain your Crystal Creek!”
~ By Daniel Kriss, October 23, 2019
Written after Church Family Camp at Alexandra Adventure Resort,
formerly Crystal Creek Christian Camp.