Samuel B.

The Work of Our J's

[Editor's note: Samuel wrote this poem to honor the three orignal camp teachers:  Jenny, Jennifer & J.J.]

When it comes time for Inkspire again

We all shout “Yay!”

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing without the work of our J’s.

In Inkspire we have fun and learn

When we listen to what you all say,

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing

Without the work of our J’s.

From snacking to painting we do great things

And we meet someone new every day.

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing

Without the work of our J’s.

And the war with zucchinis versus giraffes always makes us laugh

As we join the friendly fray,

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing

Without the work of our J’s.

When we need to write a good thank-you letter,

Because of Inkspire we just may,

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing

Without the work of our J’s.

Here we’re encouraged and inspired

To better our wordplay

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing

Without the work of our J’s.

At Inkspire we’re always happy

And the sky is never gray,

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing

Without the work of our J’s.

This poem could continue on

And go for quite a ways,

This poem would be short and sad

If not for the work of our J’s.

Inkspire is the best camp

It’s here we want to stay

But Inkspire wouldn’t be a thing

Without the work of our J’s.