Poems (assg. 3)

In-Camp

Abstained from showers
Becoming one with nature
Yeah, smells like success

Trompin' down board walks
Searching for the missing link
Oh look there's Taylor

Six rounds of cocoa
Loads of Apples to Apples
S'what camp's about man

Relaxed and easy
Hanging out with my good buds
Meaning where I am

Paddlin', swimming, good.
No place I'd rather be at
When we going back?


Home

Stepping off the pontoon to the boathouse dock
Time ends

You can see it in our eyes

We sit patiently in the city waiting until we can breathe again
Until we can live again

The daze that once surrounded us gone
No longer do we wander about aimlessly
Life is back

Hours of dishes and wood hauling await
And we couldn’t be happier

Because this is where we love to be
This is where we were meant to be
This is where I want to be

Sitting front row of closing camp fire
Leaning in on one and other
Knowing that it's the last for now but not for ever

Our smiles extend over the endless horizon
And life is infinite

assg. 2

Wagon Wheel written by Bob Dylan (and then added to by Ketch Secor of Old Crow Medicine Show) is a piece of writing I like a lot. I heard it first when I was on a bus from some place to some place and it seemed to stick. Every summer there's a song, that song that every time it comes across on the ipod play list the knob seems to turn itself up and blast the song over and over again. Last summer it was The General, this summer it was Wagon Wheel. It's not so much about the lyrics as it is the memories it brings back when I hear it. Hours of dishes, countless campfires, just being in such an awesome place with some awesome kids. It brings back the memories I miss the most.
The chorus goes:

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Sitting front row of closing camp fire, leaning in on one and other, knowing that it's the last for now but not for ever.

Prompts for the kids in my group:
Where is the place you miss the most and why?

Is there a set of lyrics that remind you of a time or place you love? What are they and why do you like them?

Autobiography (Assg. 1)

I'm Zoe and and I like anything outside. Trees, grass, lakes, it's all pretty bomb. I like climbing trees when I'm in the city and backpacking or canoeing when ever I have the chance. Over the next four months I'm planning on climbing the giant maple tree in my front yard and working a bunch to help pay for a backpacking trip this summer. I'm a big fan of T.C. Boyle, his writing style is relaxed and easy to read, each time you read over a passage you get that much more out of it.

Haiku:
grass trees rock lakes stick
don't sit at the computer
just go climb a tree