A Poem

I wrote this at Cran Hill. Hope you like it! For me it talks about simple pleasures and contentment.

In a heatful summer haze
I met a pony's steadfast gaze
He paused and lifted head from hay
Midstep to see me pass that way
He took the time 'neath evening skies
To spare for me those calm, dark eyes
His eyes had held no trace of fear
Yet he'd not take one more step near
But I could stand content to see
I looked at him and he looked at me

Cran Hill Ranch

We recently camped at Cran Hill Ranch. There was so much to do! I got to try a few new things. Archery was one of them. I got five on the target, which sounds good until you realize I had about twenty arrows. :) Andrew got a bulls-eye first time. We also did riflery - Andrew thought that was pretty sweet.

Well, we aren't your average campers. Most people sunbathe on the beach, but the popular thing to do was knitting!



Dad made a sandman, with a little help. He is so cute!

There were lots of adorable baby bunnies. You could tell it was a Christian campsite, even they clasped their paws in prayer ;) What a pious bunny.

The food was good too. We had a great time!