I wrote this poem in the winter of 1995. It was at a time where I was reevaluating the few remaining friendships I possessed. It dawned on me that I literally burned-up any semblance of any "camp" relationship/friendship that I was ever fortunate to have. I cried out loud to this unfortunate phenomenon. Within the same gasp I laughed out hysterically at the fact that all my "out-of-camp" friends were drug-buddies; the kind of friends that would steal my dope and then help me look for it! I ached for the genuine friendships that were forged during my summers at Timberlane. I had no idea how blessed I was for the variety of unimitated friendships that were born under the Northern skies of Woodruff. I desperately wanted to reach out to all my camp friends and let them know how much there presence meant to me. I was on the verge of slipping away for good. Now, four years later, a humble heart, and a clean perspective; I offer thanks to the web wizardry, dedication and love for camp that Bob and Heidi share. Thanks to the "dynamic-duo," I now have access to old-time Timber friends right at my fingertips. For this, I am forever grateful. I will do anything to keep my Timber Friendships alive and to help them grow and flourish. Looking forward to seeing you all in the magical summer of 2000!....Peter Kaufman

Haikus for Jews
 
Summer reunion
Timberlane rejuvinates
Where's the grundy nail?
 
Harold get the gong
The campers have overslept
Borscht on a sunday?
 
Hey you off the tramps
no socks, did you do laundry?
your mother would kvel!
 
 
Would be camper lost
"chicken ala king" made a
bad first impression
 
Today mild shvitzing
Tomorrow, so hot  you"ll plotz
Five-day forecast-feh
 
Left the door open
For the prophet Elijah
Now our cat is gone