Camp Nebagamon
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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.
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back on the range
remember the sound
whispering pines
fortelling a thunder storm
forests sang a different tune

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