Camp Dixie a poem by Erin “Salty” Boyd

We thought that we might mix it up a bit and post something rather new to include campers of today. Each summer we ask campers to write a poem or short story to be used as their meal ticket. Themes and subjects vary but all are based on the Dixie Spirit. This month we are posting a poem by Erin “Salty” Boyd a camper for 6 years. This year Erin will be a CT and thus making it her 7th summer at Camp Dixie.

Camp Dixie is great

Wouldn’t you agree?

Where the tiny frogs hop

And the butterflies fly free


When Pop J built this camp

99 years ago

It was only for the boys

Having girls was a no!


The sisters started to complain

Pop J said don’t be hating!

He built them a girl’s camp

Way up here in Clayton


The two camps were separate

But only for a while

Then the boys packed up and left

The girls welcomed them with smiles


Then one summer Miss Ann came

With the campers she did play

The next summer when she came back

She was there to stay


Miss Ann owned this camp

For a good many years

Then she passed away

And there were many tears


Now Rhonda owns this camp

It’s a job she does so well

Every summer the campers here

Think she’s very swell


The kids who come year after year

Make the memories great

Is this a big a coincidence?

Or is it just fate?


Every year when I arrive

I’m greeted with a smile

From counselors and CTs

Who’ll go the extra mile


Traditions here at camp aren’t sparse

But two stand out loud and clear

One is the tie around our necks

That reminds us friends are near


The second traditions happens once

Each year at summer’s end

A log at council fire is taken out

And passed on to remind us of our friends


Besides all of the traditions

You stay at camp is unique

Whether you stay for the whole summer

Or for only a week


Each year the girls do sisters

It’s always so much fun

We leave each other notes and gifts

Which strengthen bonds that have just begun


Each day we do five activities

That range from many things

From archery and riflery

To creekwalking and tra-mop-o-line


During free swim

At the dock you will see

Campers playing 7-9-12

Playing and swimming free


Every Thursday night

We camp out in the woods

We cook our own burgers

And hotdogs and they’re good


At the end of the week

When it’s time to say goodbye

The times spent here in Dixieland

Will be remembered for all time