“Early Dayz” by Micah Williams

Echo Lake

by Leo Ross

As I sink into the lake, all my worries dissipate, the trees fill my nose with calmness The rocking chairs on the deck early in the morning, mist drifting across the wood

Rides on the old school bus, rickety all the way Hikes up the mountain, pebbles falling astray

The smell of Maine food attracts everyone in camp Grilled cheese falling into tomato soup

How I miss this place. 87