The End of a Perfect Day

This poem would be a great close to a camporee or at a campfire.

“The End of a Perfect Day”—Author Unknown

A camp in the woods beside a stream when the evening sun is low. A place and a time when one can dream in the firelight’s friendly glow. The charm of mystic symphony that the woodland creatures play. And you enjoy it all with me. That, the end of a perfect day.

The End of a Perfect Day: A poem to close out a campfire ceremony

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