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Poetry month – Give me a rose

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Give me a rose in the wintertime
When it’s hard to find
Give me a rose in the wintertime
I’ve got roses on my mind
A rose is sweet most any time and yet
Give me a rose in the wintertime
How easy we forget.

Give me smile when I’m far from home.
When it’s hard to find
Give me a smile when I’m far from home
I’ve got smiling on my mind.
Now a smile is sweet most any time and yet
Give me a smile when I’m far from home
How easy we forget.

Give me a kiss when my baby’s gone ….

Give me a friend when I’m all alone …

Give me some peace when there’s talk of war…

Give me some sun when the rain is gone
When it’s hard to find
Give me some sun when the rain is gone
I’ve got sunshine on my mind
Now the sun is sweet most any time and yet.
Give me some sun when the rain is gone
How easy we forget.

Poetry month – camp songs

 


 



   



     




   


   



     









   


 


 

 

It’s a web like a spider’s web
Made of silk and light and shadow
Spun by the moon in my room at night
It’s a web fit to catch a dream
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken
As if to say that dreaming’s alright

In a valley, by a mission
Stands an old oak tree
By the mission, there’s a fountain
Where my love told me. (chorus)

On an evening, I was leaving
My love dreamt of me
I was sleeping, she was weeping
And she said to me. (chorus)

I met a stranger, his name was Danger
We rode side by side
Down to Sante Fe, I killed a man they say
Danger told me ride… (chorus)

If I return, they will have me
By the old oak tree
In the valley, by the mission,
Where my love told me. (chorus)

Poetry month – On My Honor – Girl Scouts

ON MY HONOR

On my honor I will try,
There’s a duty to be done and I say aye.
There’s a reason here for the reason up above
My honor is to try and my duty is to love

People don’t need to know my name
If I do them any harm then I’m to blame.
If I help a Friend then I’ve helped me
To open up my eyes that I might see.

I’ve tucked away a song or two,
If you’re feeling low there’s one for you
If you need a friend, then I will come
And there’s plenty more where I come from.

Come with me where the fire burns bright,
You can see even better by firelight,
You can learn even more by the campfire’s glow,
Than you can ever learn in a year or so.

We’ve made a promise we’ll always keep,
We’ll pray “softly falls” before we sleep,
We’ll be Girl Scouts together, and when we’re gone,
We’ll still be trying and singing this song.

By Cindy Dasch

Poetry month – On the loose – camp song

On the loose to climb a mountain
On the loose where I am free
On the loose to live my life the way I feel my life should be
For I’ve only got a minute and the whole world’s left to see
I’ll be looking for tomorrow on the loose

Have you ever seen the sunrise turn the sky completely red?
Have you slept beneath the moon and stars?
A pine bough for your head?
Do you sit and talk to friends though a word is never said?
Then you’re like me and you’ve been on the loose.

There’s a trail that I’ll be hiking just to see where if might go.
Many places left to visit, many people yet to know.
And in following my dreams I will live and I will grow
On a trail that’s out there somewhere on the loose.

So in search of love and laughter I am traveling ‘cross this land.
Never sure of where I’m going ‘cause I haven’t any plan.
So in time when you are ready, come and join me take my hand
Together we’ll share life out on the loose.

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Why all the camp songs?

I guess you’ve noticed if you are here regularly that this month is poetry month and that the poems I’ve posted are camp songs. Most people that weren’t camp counselors think camp songs are things like “John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith” or other silly songs but the songs I think of as camp songs are the songs like the one I have posted. Songs that we sang at campfire or to sing kids to sleep that had the values that we held dear.

Those songs talked about freedom and equality, about love for the environment and about friendship and love. They talked about the things that young idealistic young women dream about. I still hold a lot of those ideals.

The songs are special to me for other reasons too. They all have great melodies and are the kind of songs anyone can sing. They aren’t difficult like an art song or horribly complex. They are songs that are meant to be shared. And the sharing is part of what makes them special. I remember where I learned a lot of them and who I sang them with. I remember looking in the eyes of my sister singers and knowing we were creating something special and as fragile and as lovely as a soap bubble.

Most of the songs are anonymous as far as I know. Some were written by other scouts, songs that were passed from Girl Scout to Girl Scout or other counselors. Sometimes we could compare songs that were taught differently at other camps and learned to make allowances for “regional” differences.

But most of all we learned to sing and to harmonize and to share and we must have done something right because now that a lot of us are gathering on Facebook we are still sharing our favourite songs.

Poetry month – Someday, One Day – Camp songs

Some day, one day, times not so far away
We can share the dreams we planned
Oh someday.

Hey there, look in the mirror
Tell me what do you see before you?
I see someone to be proud of
I see someone that I love.

People say you’re a dreamer
What do they know of what you’re thinking?
If you believe in what you’re doing
Then believe in what I say

I know you feel discouraged
Sometimes things move so very slowly
And I know that you feel like moving
Feel like going, feel like doing.

Poetry month – Born Free

Born free a heart must wander
Born free a heart must roam
Out there the hills over yonder
Seem to be calling me home

Out there the restless wind blows
That’s where I long to be
I must go where the wind goes
Just like the wind, I was born to be free.

My heart has no chains
The world must be mine to explore
The hills and the plains
Are waiting just outside my door

Don’t wait for my returning
There’s much I have to do
I must follow this yearning
Feed this fire that is burning
I was born to be free.

Poetry month – Birthright

We who are born in country places
Far from the city and shifting faces
We have a birthright no man can sell
And a secret joy no man can tell

For we are kindred to lordly things
The wild ducks flight and the white owl’s wing
Pike and salmon, bull and horse
The curlew’s cry and the smell of gorse

Pride of tree and swiftness of stream
The magic of frost has shaped our dreams
No baser vision the spirit fills
Who walk by right on the naked hills.

Barges

Out of my window, looking in the night
I can see the barges flickering light
Silently flows the river to the sea
And the barges too go silently,

Chorus
Barges, I would like to go with you
I would like to sail the ocean blue
Barges, have you treasures in your hold?
Do you fight with pirates, brave and bold?

Out of my window, looking in the night
I can see the barges, flickering light
Starboard shine green and port is glowing red
I can see the barges dead ahead.

How my heart longs to sail away with you
As you sail across the ocean blue
But I must stay behind my window clear
As those barges sail away from here.