When I was young, in grade school and junior high,
I would visit relatives at “The Range”
as they called their group of cabins
at Camp Nebagamon in Northern Wisconsin
where the married counselors lived.
I remember many things about those visits, but as a child,
felt the trees would talk to us
and remember that when the wind blows
in DownEast Maine where I live now.
back on the range
remember the sound
fortelling a thunder storm
forests sang a different tune