Day 28 Creative Blooming Camp event

On all you can eat pasta night

We always end up in a messy fight

The goo sticks in our hair

Shirt, socks, underwear

Oh you’ve never seen such a sight

Day 27 Creative Bloomings camp haiku

Bugs scuttle, scurry

Whirring, fluttering, buzzing

Enjoying the rays 

Day 26 Creative Bloomings camp form poem

Lost and Hungry

We wandered down the same old path

With just a moments rest

Not even bread left in our sacks

Which bugs would taste the best?

Best cook them first in the stew pot

Over an open fire

We gathered up some short, dry sticks

The night of the bug pyre

Pyre down a shade or two

We dreamed that on the grill

We’d cook blueberry pancakes  

Till tummy noises stilled

Day 25 Creative Bloomings camp community service

Special Needs, Special People

You rarely see them on billboards,

television, or magazine covers.

People stare as they go by.

Children are often frightened.

They stick out with their award gaits,

guttural noises, drool,

inappropriate comments or touching,

deformities.

In many ways they’re the same as the general public,

with their need to feel loved, useful, and respected.

 In many ways they surpass the rest of us

with their smiles, hugs, unique way of looking at things.

In the camp of folks with developmental disabilities,

are some of the sweetest, most admirable, people I know. 

Day 24 Creative Bloomings camp outdoors in the rain

Rafting

It rained while we rafted

Pattering through the leaves

Clouds covered hot sunrays

White waters carried us

Cool wind caressed my face

It rained while we rafted

As guides shouted orders

Our captain made his calls

We squealed, laughed and hollered

And avoided the falls

It rained while we rafted

While we worked as a team

We aimed to stay the course

At times we succeeded

But sometimes met with force

It rained while we rafted

We were wet anyway

Water splashed as we’d spin

And sprayed from the boulders

At times we tumbled in 

Day 23 Creative Bloomings camp Nearby day trip

Hiking to Bear Falls Near Telluride, Colorado

Bright crisp morning beckons.

Golden aspens rattle their song.

Brilliant blue sky welcomes us.

Towering pines tremble.

Magnificent mountains demand admiration.

Busy river rushes by.

Cairns mark the path.

Boulders begrudgingly allow us to pass.

Cheery trekkers greet us.

Rabbits and squirrels dash off.

Deer and elk hide.

Tall falls spritz icy spray,

while we lunch.

Sun bids farewell.

Muscles breathe a sigh of relief.

Day 22 Creative Bloomings camp romance

Campfire Romance

To the tune

of peep frogs and crickets,

Kumbaya and acoustic tones by the fire,

your eyes flickered,

reflecting the flame of my heart.

When we go our separate ways

will the fire fade

to glowing embers

and then finally snuff out,

dead and cold?