Writer's Workshop

Many of you have probably been camped in a high mountain meadow and awaked to the stars shining brightly overhead. While still snuggled in your warm blankets, you have listened to the mysterious noises of the night as the eastern sky begins to show light. You hold your breath and hear the distant reassuring tinkle of the horse bells. Then you know that God is close by and everything is all right with your world.


Ode to an old camp cook by Vern Hopkins

The camp in sleeping silence lay

Stars fading one by one

All nature breathlessly awaits

As the Master raises his baton



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