Here is the second poem I wrote while at Camp Paintrock in Wyoming. As you can imagine, the country is quite spectacular there. The embedded picture simply can’t do it justice. I imagine my poem can’t either, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.
The Valley
Green so bright it’s blinding
Sky so blue it stretches for days
Open air
The smell of dry grass
The murmuring river caresses my ears
The warm sun kisses my skin
The valley tastes of freedom,
offering serenity and peace
Horses graze in the field
Falcons soar on invisible thermals
The valley speaks of peace
The laughing brook echoes the laughing leaders
The breeze blows and life flourishes
And the valley rejoices
Scott Boyer grew up in Santa Monica, CA and still resides in the Los Angeles area. Graduating from the Haas School of Business at UC Berkeley in 1996, he started writing Bobby Ether And The Academy with the goal of blending YA fantasy with spiritual fiction. Nowadays, Scott splits his time between helping his father manage an insurance brokerage, playing with his Shepherd-mix rescue dog Patch, and writing other adventures in the Bobby Ether series.