Wes was reading a poem book by my favorite poet Helen Steiner Rice when he came across a poem that was a great reminder and description of our beloved Camp Stumpy. :o) (In the original poem the place is called Sleepy Hollow.)
Nestled by the river,
sheltered by the trees
Rests a little haven --
one of nature’s symphonies.
In this tranquil rendezvous
where peace and beauty blend,
There is sweet communion
in the meeting of a friend,
For in this shining solitude
false values slip away,
And only truth and beauty
seem planted here to stay.
In this refreshing refuge
all doors are opened wide
So faith and hope and happiness
can always step inside.
We call it Camp Stumpy,
but the name that I like best
Is just the home of happiness
where weary travelers rest.
