Sitting on a stone bench

Memories flood over me

The games of tag and ultimate frisbee

Sunday school and youth group meetings

Merit badges and scoutmaster conferences

This beautiful place, once surrounded by trees

Broken

Progress has taken its toll

Houses tower over the wooden fence that borders the cemetery

The old chapel almost abandoned

Saved only by the historical society

My old Eagle Scout project still standing strong

Once my sanctuary in times of need

Now framed by constant construction

Plots of land owned by old families of the past

Sold for expansion purposes

A new church family still uses the property as a place of worship

The Message will continue to spread and bring comfort to all

My carefree teenage years are gone (much like the trees)

My character was molded here

My faith solidified

Stories and photographs are all that remain