It doesn't have a title. But I wrote it while working at Camp Loll this summer. And I like it.
The dense forest beckons,
like a whisper on the walls of heartland.
Captured souls not begging for release,
but for infinity, for endlessness;
for truth and beauty among the stars.
And they dance across the tree tops
as the sun sets over their place of capture,
their place of longing and desire,
of forbidden and untouched beauty.
And they believe in love,
for a land of such majesty
could not have been created without it.
The dense forest beckons,
like a whisper on the walls of heartland.
Captured souls not begging for release,
but for infinity, for endlessness;
for truth and beauty among the stars.
And they dance across the tree tops
as the sun sets over their place of capture,
their place of longing and desire,
of forbidden and untouched beauty.
And they believe in love,
for a land of such majesty
could not have been created without it.
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| Photo credit given to Nathan Triplett. Yeah. He really took this. At Camp Loll. I didn't find it on google images or anything. He is a stud. Check him out here: http://www.youtube.com/user/Mangalover20 **Also, "walls of heartland" comes from the Greenday song "Last of the American Girls". I must give credit where credit is due. I just taught 5th graders about plagiarism. It's against the law. |
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