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Poems
      The Road Less Traveled
           by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
       Walk on a rainbow trail,
        Walk on a trail of song,
        And all about you will be beauty.
        There is a way out of every dark mist.
        Over a rainbow trail.
        - Navajo Song
       This is my rock,
        And here I run
        To steal the secret sun;
        This is my rock
        And here I come
        Before the night has swept the sky;
        This is my rock
        This is the place
        I meet evening face to face.
         - David McCord
    Two months ago I came to this camp-
     knowing only a few people,
     and fearing my position here.
     Nine weeks sounded like an eternity,
     it seemed that time would never pass,
     and this camp would never be home.
     But now as I look back on the past weeks,
     I wonder where the time has gone,
     and if I will ever return.
     For Hidden Valley is now my home-
     I 've learned to live in it's beauty,
     and love the people who work here.
     The time has now come for a change,
     but the memories of life here,
     and my friends will always remain.
     - Author Unkown; HVC Summer Staff 1975
    Summer Days
     Shining Sun
     Summer Days
     Friends & Fun
                  Summer Nights
                  Countless Stars
                  Summer Nights
                  Leave No Scars
     Summers Gone
     Friendships Not
     Summer Gone
     But Not Forgot
                  Summer Friends
                  What I've Found
                  Summer Friends
                  All Year & Round
     Summer days
     Fade Away
     Summers Friends
     Till The End.
      - D. Qucker; Summer 1988
    Moments

     Friendship isn't like a libray book,
     taken and returned in two weeks.
     Friendship is given for a lifetime,
     and you can have mine for keeps.
     I won't wait for letters or an occasional call,
     friendship isn't always that way.
     Its just a special feeling we keep deep inside
     and it helps us through all of our days.
     Perhaps I should mentaion there may be a price
     although friendship comes free of charge.
     When you give away caring and sharing,
     you give away part of your heart.
      But living is what we are here for
     and loving makes living alright.
     I'm glad you can say you came my way,
     if only for a moment in time.
     - Cash; Summer 1983
    ODE TO NINE WEEKS

     It's happened again.
     I didn't mean for it to happen,
     But it has.
     When I left for a new camp,
     I was determined it would be "just a job."
     I refused to allow myslef to ever become so
                                   attached to any one place again.
     I thought I'ld just move on each year
     And not let myself become too involved.
     But I couldn't help myself;
     With so many beautiful people around,
     Sharin' themselves with me
     And offering me their friendship.
     So I finally came out a little
     But now it's almost over--
     and I was just getting started.
     I guess I'll have to return next summer
     Cause I'm part of things now,
     and there is so much left that I want to do;
     Special places still undiscovered,
     New-found friends to get to know better.
     I just can't see myself being able-or wanting to
                                                                turn away.
      - L.A.E. 7/16/1975
        dedicated to Hidden Valley Camp, Equinunk, PA
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Songs

On my honor I will try
There's a duty to be done and I say I
There's a reason for here and a reason for above...


Sisters for the summer that's what the children say
But little do they know that when they go away
That friendships will never fade.....


So in search of love and laughter I'll be travelin cross this land
Never sure of where I'm going
for I haven't any plan
But in time when you are ready
come and join me take my hand
and together we'll share live out on the loose...
Photo by Fritz, Foot Unknown
Well there's a daisy on my toe
It is not real, it does not grow.
It's just a tatoo of a flower
So I look good takin' a shower.

Its on the second toe of my left foot.
A stem and flower, it has no root.
(cause that wouldn't look good)
There's a daisy on my toe
My left foot loves my right foot so
ooooooh!
Fuzzy Things

Magic Pennies
Blue Bottles
Baby Boats
Friendship Pins
Friendship Bracelets
Corn Husk Dolls
Secret Buddy Gifts
Blue Flames
Letters
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