I wrote this a few months ago and thought I would share it with everyone.


There once was a boy who had big dreams
Dreams of trees, sun, and the great outdoors.
People tried to keep this little boy inside,
But they never succeeded. When
Asked where the little boy is, the response was always
"Outside somewhere. he will be back for food."
The little boy thought life was grand.
He had his outdoors and dreamed of tractors
In his outdoors. Tried to build them. But
Nothing was like the real thing. He made
A promise to himself,
"One day I will own a real tractor."

Life did not go as planned for the now teenage boy.
He lost his hero in life. He no longer had direction.
Trying to find the perfec place to escape to.
He needed to greive in his own way and time.
He searched high and low. He saw the beach,
But there was something missing. He saw the
Plains of Montana, but again there was something
Missing. He visited the big city, but decided
Within the hour, it was not the place for him.
He stopped for a visit in the mountains. Although
it felt better than the other places, it still
Was not perfect.

When the now adult bot thought all hope was lost,
He hung is head down low, defeated.
He happened to look up and a smile slowly crept
Across his face in realization of what he found:
He found the perfect place.
Tuck in the mountains of Arkansas was a camp
Who desperately needed someone like him. The
Camp had seen better days. Now needed some
Tender loving attention. The camp looked like the
Adult boy felt - lost, forgotten, alone.

The adult boy felt life coming back into him as he walked
Among the trees, the overgrown brush, and the
Delapalated buildings. This was his new home.
He put on his worn out jeans, grabbed his hammer
And some nails and went to work.

As he pulled out nails, he felt a little of his anger
And bitterness leave him. The more nails he
Pulled the better he felt.
As he built the camp back into a wonderful sigh
Each nail was hammered with care. Each cabin was
Rebuilt with love. He was feeling better every day.
He now had a purpose in life. He wanted to
Help others find happiness and a place to greive.

Over time, the camp became a safe-haven
For others like him. In order to keep up
With the mowing, he finally bought himself
A real tractor.
Even amidst his happiness, there was the occassional
thought: "I wish my hero was here."
He missed his hero who he loved so much.
An encouraging thought entered his mind:
"Son, I will always love you.
I am so proud of you!."
His dad was still there with him.

His dad was still with him when he visited the beach.
He was there in the pplains of Montana.
He was even there in the big city.
But the adult boy was consumed in his grief
That he was blind. Once that grief was gone
He was able to see his dad in himself.

He took a walk in the woods and under a huge tree
He knelt and prayed,
"Dear God, You have blessed me so much. In my
Anger and bitterness, I did not see it. Thanks for
What you have done for me. From this day
Forth, I dedicate my life and this camp to you.
I am here to be used according to your will."


Written for my best friend in the world whom I care for so much.