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Dedicated to Paul J. Vanden Bossche
Wood Lake a land that has been a part of Paul's life for 65 years.

Above the waters of Wood Lake
Beyond the scout camp
The wood that surrounds it is silent
So still one could hear mushrooms sprouting
As we walk the well worn paths
Fallen oak leaves crunch
Acorns pop beneath our feet
Sunlight filters through autum leaves
A royal splendor spreading throught the woodland
Then the laughter can be heard
Distant voices tell that campers
Have claimed the camp sites
A land that cradles myth and legends
A hawk feather lays nestled among the leaves
A small bird swoops down from branch to branch
A robbin perched in the tree scolds warnings down on us
Yellow butterflies flutter from flower to flower
Flowers lift their blossoms to the sun
Winds blow in the tree tops
Inhaling the pungent scent a polecat
Sparks a burning in our nose
A stream lazily falls over rock
As it babbles on to no where
Shadows play hide and seek among the trees
A woodpecker makes a tat a tat tat sound
Wild flowers are spectacular along shady lanes
A fragrant scent revives us
Renews our spirits if but for a brief moment
As bugs, gnats and mesquitos plague us
One finds a camaraderie with the land
A connection to the earth
That leaves one's soul singing with the wilderness.

Georgia Gill-Elkins
Feb, 14, 2006