Tired & sleep deprived I finally return home,
So exhausted all I can manage for now is a poem.
A week at basketball camp My sister & I endured,
We learned to drive, shoot, and of our skills be sure.
Bandanas everyday, we represented our team,
Being recognized for my style, of course is a dream.
But enough about camp, it is all said and done,
Still thanks to our coaches whom we learned from.
Now instead I think I'd like to rest,
And give my mind a break, rather than putting it to the test.
But when comes the morn I shall write again,
For I know you've been waiting...or at least I hope you've been!
Peace, Love, & Tales(that aren't tall) to come.
Sweet T (AKA: World Traveler)
(This is just a glimpse of what might be to come...Interested?)