In brotherhood
'Round the campfire
In the spruce wood
By the shore,
We sang a song
Of Service,
Love, and Joy.

Out from the hopeful
Flickering coals,
Our music struck
The Darkness,
And a loon call
Echoed answer
From from afar.

07/10/2005

Author's Note: Fellowship of The Moose on Tuesday evening

Posted on 07/10/2005
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