A Deb-teen Poem

When we came to Ranger
Our home away from home,
We were strangers to each other,
A seed to be sown,

We chose bunks 10-13 as our playing ground
With care, concern, and nutrient
We tried to plant ourselves together
Our seeds began to root

The sun brought warmth to our stems
Which was not to our surprise,
Slowly, but shortly, consistently growing
Green leaves started to arise

Our roots were firmly planted in the soil
Like sod joined with the mud
The Deb-teens happily living as one
Our hopes and aspirations formed a bud

"Not much more to go" we said
Our strengths formed a strong power
Now our love for one another
Has taken shape as a flower

Sue Wald