Poetry and Writing from Runoia
Runoia Unique – by Third Shack
Shoes decorate the porch to the Lodge as laughter escapes the four walls.
Inside kids that were once strangers are now bonded by friendship bracelets and stories of horse riding and wind surfing.
Piled by the fire in crazy creeks and singing songs of the blue waves, I am in awe of the compassion and acceptance around me. At Runoia, campers come from all across the world to find their home away from home.
The Lake by Lizzie N.
By the trees
With the leaves
I like to sit
Ideas lit in my mind
By the lake
Riding the wake
I sit and breathe
Maybe even weave
Away from canned foods
Electric hairblowers,
Dumb TVs.
I like to sit
Maybe bike
At the lake.
Camp Runoia by Charlotte W.