My sell for B.L.


You blink and you miss it and for most that’s a bummer,
I’m speaking of the three months of the year we call summer.
But before it’s all over there’s an event you should see,
At a camp with old cabins having beds stained with pee.
The kitchen we cook in is a home for some mice,
And the showers we bathe in are not very nice.
It’ll probably be hot while the AC is warm,
And the mosquitoes will usually attack in a swarm.
The lake is all green with a bottom that’s mucky,
And if the waterslide works, consider it lucky.
The things that we’ll sit on are not very great,
If you don’t have a cushion “bench butt” is your fate.
The bed you will sleep on is a crudely built bunk,
And the water at camp… well, it smells like a skunk.
Now I know these conditions do sound rather bleak,
Especially for those who stay for the week.
But don’t let that stop you. Please don’t be “that one”,
Who, because of the accommodations, misses out on the fun.
We’ll all get together to laugh and to sing,
And eat lots of GREAT food when we hear the bell ring.
After breakfast we’ll hear some good Biblical teaching,
And late in the evening some old fashioned preaching.
For some there’ll be softball and volleyball games played,
And for others they’ll chit-chat on a bench in the shade.
Trips to the Wall-Mart send some hearts a flutter,
While others hit the links with a driver and putter.
You ask yourself; why should I go to this place?
To spend time with our family richly blessed by God’s grace.
So here are some words to the bank you should take,
Join the “Martin Clan" for a memorable week at Bass Lake.

By, Uncle Jeff