The pins of light strike the flesh
A sight to be seen, a feeling so fresh.
The stillest serenity suddenly stirs,
the breeze of life in the greenest firs.
The fun fell light on each of our souls
the branches bow and the river rolls.
A place so alive, seems so dead
A place so free, from a home of lead.
Out of place but in their spot
a slice of heaven somehow caught.
at liberty from light, such strangers to night
yet ready and willing to face the fight.
Out from the site, a force so nocturnal
embraced together, three brothers, fraternal.
but peace prevails in heaven's slice
a perfect trip disrupted twice.
And when we returned to the most dreadful place,
I never forgot nature's clear face.
Our camp in the forest with all of the creatures,
the birds our fans, the branches the bleachers.
Out of our place but in our home
Davenport was truly nature's Rome.
