Rich Akin

As October creeps into our world each fall
Our minds begin to wander, and the anticipation builds tall
It always amazes me, how I so long to be there
The view I’ve seen a thousand times and the colors that flare

What is this force… this calling… this desire…
That we drive to for hours, to feel the warmth by a fire
Every year we have gathered, where once kids we all played
Now much older and appreciative, as we all now have grayed

A bond of Brotherhood, one of Family and of close friends
Established by trust and on loyalty it depends

It is not something one would call elegant, this place, we call camp
All things have been donated, we have one working lamp
But it houses the memories… the stories… the laughs… through our years
Where good meals are celebrated while raising cold beers

A half century ago built by 3 Men of strong will
Hallowed ground was established up there on that hill
Legends and legacies are kept alive in these walls
Are not in fact these all the reasons… of How it Calls

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