Like a shooting star. Like a spark at a camp fire. Like the flicker of a candle. Pine Forest Camp’s 84th season is almost over.
It’s a chilly night tonight. And as dusk fell, if you looked up at the tree tops rustling in the breeze, you could see a red or gold leaf fall to the ground, the first signs of Autumn. It’s time to go home.
We gather together one last time until we return for PFC’s 85th summer, sharing the warmth of friendship. This magical place seems so far from the rest of the world, like we’re in some faraway kingdom of goodness and happiness.
Arm in arm, we sing for the last time this year, “Friends, friends, friends we will always be…”
Let it be so.