Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Walking Down to Camp
Through the woods, dense around em
walking to the camp
A joy in the solitude, footsteps
on the soft dirt road,
forever damp in shadow
lush woods, forest, with
the scent of pine, of decay,
of growing plants, ripe berries
of bubbling brook, green and brown forest
lost in thought,
the present holding sway
Title 8/8/07, poem started 8/11/07 11:30, finished August 12, 2007 20:22
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME
walking to the camp
A joy in the solitude, footsteps
on the soft dirt road,
forever damp in shadow
lush woods, forest, with
the scent of pine, of decay,
of growing plants, ripe berries
of bubbling brook, green and brown forest
lost in thought,
the present holding sway
Title 8/8/07, poem started 8/11/07 11:30, finished August 12, 2007 20:22
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME
Labels: August, church, Faith, green, Lori Eldredge, Methodist, Mission, Nature, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, ripe, Wesley United Methodist Church
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