Tag Archive | Camp

Poetry Without Words

Today I wanted to do one final post related to the weekend at Drift Creek Camp. I found the creeping, clinging, crawling, hanging moss and lichen to be so awesome that I tried for quite some time to write a poem about it. But it never came out right. So here are some of the […]

Ladies Only

We were deep in the woods. A place so thick with large trees, so covered with green moss, that people from flatter, less foliaged places might feel claustrophobic and uneasy.  There is no connection to the outside world and when the generator turns off at night, you had better be in bed, or at least […]