Little Inklings 2024

04270 Oxford, Maine Where the pines are Camp is a second home, beautiful I’m there 25 days a year But it’s on my mind every second Where the pines are The sunshine, warm and piercing Dances its own delicate ballet On the surface Of Thompson Lake It reaches down, and touches my face Tickling my skin and making me warm It makes me feel at home Where the pines are The sunshine and wildlife, The wind and water It is its own delicate symphony A perfect harmony Of songbirds and sounds And feelings and wonder This all take me back To where the pines are Camp must be the most beautiful place on earth It is beautiful all year round WHERE THE PINES ARE By: Ria Bhandari ’28 98