I Knew a Man

Every night making camp, I see the souls of those that came before.

Hippies, yuppies, hicks, rednecks, city boys, country bumpkins and everything in the middle leave their Trace alike, differing only in their items. 

I made this display at a camp bathroom from a few things left.

 A poem written and left in the bathroom at a Fourmile Lake Camp in Oregon