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Fall is a special time at Kelly Road Camp.
The green tries to stay but surely it can not.
Poplar leaves chatter small voices as a chill breeze makes tops sway.
One may listen and ask, What is that tree or this forest trying to say?
Is it whispering Fair Well as life falls from its limbs and the last
leaf may soon blow away?
Or does it say? See you next year when my buds they will start.
Do remember me deep in that hidden place of your heart.
J.A. Buckner
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Fall is a special time at Kelly Road Camp.
The green tries to stay but surely it can not.
Poplar leaves chatter small voices as a chill breeze makes tops sway.
One may listen and ask, What is that tree or this forest trying to say?
Is it whispering Fair Well as life falls from its limbs and the last
leaf may soon blow away?
Or does it say? See you next year when my buds they will start.
Do remember me deep in that hidden place of your heart.
J.A. Buckner
This page is under construction:
Click photo to enlarge. Click to the side to return to page. More photos coming soon.