Our camp is set 'mid pine and oak,
Where squirrels chatter high,
The tents are pitched on forest floor,
Beneath the azure sky.
The firepit ring with stones stacked round,
Holds warmth against the chill,
A woodland camp where trails begin,
And nature fills our will.
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