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.
SYMPHONY OF THE DAWN
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
The...
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