Listen.
If these hills could talk
They would tell how like our beloved Bella (pronounced Baya), each of you grew strong, tall, and beautiful and how you’re now wise in the way of the wind and the weather.
Listen.
If these trees could talk
They have seen how our bond of sisterhood grows stronger as we surround ourselves with other whom encourage us, stretch us to try new things, and show us how our similarities are bigger than our differences.
Listen
If these rocks could talk
They might share our memories of singing, swimming, hiking, canoeing, horseback riding, cooking out, star gazing, rappelling, homesick hours, and friendships made.
Listen.
If these trails could talk
They’d say you gained a little more courage, a little more confidence, and a little more character.
Listen.
If these tents could talk
You’d hear of moments of quiet and reflection and oneness with nature, what the sky looks like as the sun comes up over the trees, how amazingly starry the night sky looks, how the breeze whispers through the trees and rustles the leaves and blows the grass.
Listen.
If this campfire could talk
It would sing “make new friends, but keep the old,” “on my honor I will try,” “on the loose to climb a mountain,” “run come, run come see, run come see the sun,” “a gypsy’s life is free and gay oh faria,” “M-m I want to linger, mm a little longer, mm a little longer her with you.”
Listen.
When these counselors and campers talk
For years to come they will tell of fond memories of Wakatomika. And they’ll recount stories of comedies, and friendship, and togetherness, and overcoming trials, and self-discoveries, and self confidence.
Remember
The magic of Wakatomika does not stop at the gate. The magic of Wakatomika lives in the hearts and minds of all whom have shared this magical place.
by Jennifer Dembinski Bostic
Camp Name: Twit
Camp Wakatomika staff 1995-2000
