A tribute to my annual campout.
Written in 2018, recorded in 2019 for the 20th annual.
There's a whispering little forest that is much beloved by birds And by frogs and efts, occasionally deer And by People dreaming winter dreams Planning Hector For The Heck Of It this year There's a lot to worry over (though less as years go by) The gear, the food, the stars to be aligned Reservation, transportation, invitations far and wide We've got Hector FTHOI in mind Then when summer drags on muggy and the stars are soon to fall Sometime before (or after) August 10 The People come to the whispering green And to Hector FTHOI again Once the sites are found, the food's arranged, the water station's set, The tents are pitched, we've unpacked all the gear Then The People share and light the fire And HFTHOI is here I can't say all the People do - Well, they: Serve and volley, Cook and eat, Walk and talk, Play and laugh, Watch and listen, And sing and float and dive - But it's affectionate, spontaneous serendipity That makes HFTHOI alive Then by Sunday lunch the volleyball is struck and packed away With the tents and grills and cooking pots, and then The People say their tired farewells To Hector FTHOI again (and again) To Hector FTHOI again (come again?) We'll come to Hector FTHOI again
tjw: guitar, bass, vocals, tambourine, kazoo
photo: Red Eft by Michael Righi