For Christmas 2006, Ann and I went to Camp Coastal Care to volunteer for a week. Here are just a few of the dozens of images.

I would write much more on the impact of this experience but I will only share these images and a few poems I wrote while in Mississippi.

Christmas Boy

I saw a boy at Christmas
eyes bright, grinning,   eager
“thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!”
he cried over and over
“It’s too much!”
He was
52 with a beer gut and
losing hair
we removed trees
from his yard.

It’s too much.

On the plane my seatmate

learned where I was going and

with pleading eyes offered me

her peanuts.

Sometimes, that’s all you have to give

Against this landscape, this wasted place,

my five days are peanuts.