Bright morning sunshine Butterflies skim the meadow; A warm breeze billows. Shadows on the trees Dance lightly in the sunshine; Wind and light combine.
Warm gentle breeze blows Bringing smells from the forest: Childhood memories.
The road is silent; Leaves hang muted on the trees; Hush! The shadows speak.
Shaking in the wind Plant's leaves quiver and tremble-- A small ecstasy. Tiny white flowers Join others in harmony Forming Queen Anne's Lace.
Dark the dappled woods; Path of light draws me onward To a place of rest.
Tiny orange blossoms Illumine the large green leaves: Jewel weed blossoming.
It has been my twenty first summer as head counselor and theater director at Appel Farm Arts Camp in south New Jersey. It is two months of great creative intensity and now back to the welcoming arms of Yerry Hill Road and the surrounding mountains.
Surrounded by mountains and laced with streams, this is a feng hsui paradise. Maybe that's why it has attracted so many artists, writers, musicians and creative folks for over a century. And so, I begin my journey along this ever changing road again. What a delight.
