Through the woods,
dense around me
walking to the camp
A joy in the solitude,
footsteps
on the soft dirt road,
a verdant garden,
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,
in the present captive
Edited May 4, 2013
“Walking Down to Camp – v2”
Title 8/8/07, poem started 8/11/07 11:30, finished August
12, 2007 20:22
“Walking Down to Camp”
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church ,
to the Down East Maine
Mission ,
East Machias, ME
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