Monday, July 28, 2014

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

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Saturday, July 26, 2014

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

Friday, July 25, 2014

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 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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?