Dearest Hivers, As I do every Assembly, I’m going to kick this letter off with — you guessed it! — a poem. This one is from These Things are Ours by Gwen Frostic: I cannot count the stars… Nor touch them But in the magic of the night I feel their calm and glory The rhythm of the rolling waves… Winds that whistle…roar… And whisper… Are part of one great harmony That plays within my heart Swallows sweeping through the air… Fireflies twinkling in the twilight… Are all this soul of mind desires To keep it dreaming… Dreams…
I love her poetry because it helps me to stop, be present, and appreciate the natural world. That’s continued on page 2
IN THIS ISSUE Camp Song Showdown! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 Cherished Moments . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 Camper’s Create. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 Summer Triumphs . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6 Dream Departments. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7 Important Dates for Camp, 2025. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8