For two summers, 1962 and 1963, I worked in a logging camp. It was located at Alice Lake, (not far from Bob’s Lake), about 30 minutes by float plane from Campbell River, on Vancouver Island, on the mainland. The men, good hard-working rednecks who enjoyed pranks on giving me a rough time.
I wrote a few poems that summers. They recount actual events. Here is the first (influenced by E. E. Cummings):
I started this blog in January of 2022. My old blogs are still available from the pull-down menu above. I stopped blogging for some time, but now will be back.