a gathering of some very fine folks
I see them yet on this Thanksgiving day
the unbroken circle around the upright listening
to Norma and Vera play
the children now grown with their own
singing the old, old songs
in their heart today carrying on
in the passing of years gathering still
some around the camp fire, others on the Orange Hill
A great cloud of witness forever growing
The songs of glory all now knowing
The gruff old hunters lingering near
With trigger finger wiping away the tear
Softly and tenderly listening
From deep beyond Bottle Spring singing
Letting the old buck pass on for
JP,Chubby, Wardell or Acree to take
For today all along the old Main Line
All gather in the Unbroken Circle in perfect time.
Thankyou for the post and pictures. only a few of us still gather here at tenmile camp. most of the old cabins are gone along with their occupants. long missed but by no means forgotten. time changes everything my father says. still at night around the campfire when its quiet you can still hear uncle Wardell tell stories of turkey hunts and the days before roads were built in the woods ,and miss Norma playing that old piano she kept at camp just for thanksgiving day.
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