a poem by MacCready camper Erika


Of the forest is a scene I beg of and embrace very well,

That of the absence, filled with something more, with a story I love to tell.


One how the air softens and the thoughts slow to a stop to praise,

Where all around shares a part and a place, where none is left astray.


None dares to continue movement during this moment, even I, with a truce with this land.


The same always to occur, windows to my mirror, and the birds have gone still, the trees are quiet, embedded in nature’s essence.


All around me I hear the loud joy that is silence.


Pok-O-MacCready Camps
1391 Reber Road, Willsboro, NY 12996

Located in New York’s Adirondack Mountains

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