Andrew Knight

I.

The current whirled around
The scaly legs
Of a Spinosaurus
A triumphant fisherman
Whose long teeth sank into a sawfish
The river stained red

II.

For all its dirt logging roads leading deep into forests, its dark swamps and trails snaking under a dense canopy of coniferous foliage, Camp Hidden Valley is a place that truly lives up to its namesake.

If I could

I would return

To the places I've enjoyed the most

If only I could go back:

To the lush, winding Gettysburg fields

The surreal crags atop Mount Mansfield

Artist

Writer

Hiker

Amateur paleontologist

Senior

School radio personality

Student

Scholar

Staff member

Scout

Rifleman

Handbook.

Tan uniform

Crimson hats.

Brown socks.

Blue polos.

Green shorts.

Sweat.

Blood.

Pride.

Perserverence.