Today's Color War event was another huge one: The Track Meet. This involved just about every kind of running exercise you could imagine: Dashes of all sorts and lengths, long jumps, and the culminating event: a huge relay race, complete with batons.. Running was something I could do pretty well, so this was always one of my favorite events. The day culminated in our last "official" cairn of the summer, since next week would be the Final Campfire. I'm sure that was running through all our minds, as we ate our s'mores. It, of course, would also be an occasion to sing:
Friends, friends, friends
We will always be!
Whether in fair, or in dark stormy weather
Camp Lenore will keep us together
The green and white,
We will always be!
The camp that unites us,
The camp that delights us
We're friends, friends, friends...
In 1959, this next song probaly was reserved for the Final Campfire and Banquet because of its ability to make us all cry. In subsequent years, we sang it more frequently:
Father Time is a crafty man
And he's set in his ways
For we know that we never can
Make him bring back past days!
So, comrades while we are here
Let's be friends firm and true.
We'll have a gay time, a happy play time,
For we all love to play with you.
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