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April 17, 2014

 

Happy Easter Everyone!  For those of you in Edmonton, Alberta, Merry Christmas!  We woke up to approximately five inches of fresh white sticky snow this morning!!!  Oh, do I wish that SPRING was in the air.

I know it’s coming and to help celebrate new life and the beauty of everything around us at this time of year, this month’s campfire is all about “The Garden of Life.”

            Friends

Flowers

Mountains

Trees

Worms

Bumble Bees

Rain

 

Spring is a miraculous experience. The whole world comes alive after the winter in which it seemed that everything was dead. The world comes filled with color and the scent of delicious greenery. The world that seemed so dull and cold has come alive once again. Little did we know that beneath the cold hard ground the plants and trees were preparing for rebirth. Spring gives us hope for rejuvenation in our own lives as well. Spring is a time to renew the excitement and zest for life that lives inside.

 

Hope this month’s Campfire helps you experience Spring and the newness of life it provides.

 

 

PS.      DON’T FORGET TO SPOIL YOUR LEADER’S THIS MONTH.  MOTHER’S DAY IS MAY 11, 2014.  REMEMBER, THEY ARE YOUR SPECIAL MOM’S AWAY FROM HOME.  AND WE THANK THEM FOR EVERYTHING THEY DO IN OUR LIVES!


Take Care, ‘til next month

 

Guider Dusk (Dawn)

 

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Campfire Planning Sheet

PROMOTE PARTICIPATION, FUN & FRIENDSHIP

 

Date:

May____, 2014

 

 

Campfire Leader:

___________________________________

 

 

Campfire Theme:

Garden of Life

 

 

Time Allowed:

45 - 60 minutes

 

 

Official Opening:

Life Is Like A Garden – Jim Ness

 

Tall Trees – Bev Dickson (4-Part Round)

 

Bloom Where You’re Planted – Carey Landry

 

 

Well Known Songs:

Friends Are Like Flowers – Carey Landry

 

I Like The Flowers (4-Part Round)

 

 

Round Song:

The First Tulip (2-Part Round)

 

White Coral Bells (2-Part Round)

 

 

Part Song:

Tree Song – Croatian (3-Part Song)

 

 

Fun Songs:

If All The Raindrops

 

Worms

 

 

Action Songs:

Baby Bumble Bee

 

The Frogs (4-Part Round)

 

 

Campfire Game:

Going On A Picnic

 

 

Quieter Songs:

Inch by Inch – David Mallett

Rain Song – Navajo Indian

 

 

Story:

The Selfish Giant – Oscar Wilde

 

Reflection:

Quietly – Sue Stevens

 

Hindi Song

 

Oh, How Lovely Is The Evening (3-Part Round)

 

 

Vespers & Taps:

Night Is Falling

 

Taps

 

 

 

Life Is Like A Garden – Jim Ness

 

Looking in Life’s garden

Tell me what you see,

What have you planted

And what is growing free.

Is love and hope and faith

Planted and helped to grow?

Daily are you giving what it needs

So it will have a chance to show.

Is your garden getting the Son

And light only He can give,

Filling each with the colors

Of love in the way you live.

A garden like life takes work

And trust in the Maker above,

For both can only bloom

When nurtured and grown in love.

 

 

Tall Trees – Bev Dickson (4-Part Round)

 

Tall trees that reach the sky

Mountains and lakes nearby

Draw near, my friends, come sing, my friends

Our campfire time is nigh.

 

 

Bloom Where You’re Planted – Carey Landry

 

Chorus:        

Bloom, bloom, bloom where you’re planted.

You will find your way.

Bloom, bloom, bloom where you’re planted.

You will have your day.

 

Look at the flowers, look at them growing;

They never worry; they never work;

Yet look at the way our Father clothes them

Each with a beauty all of its own.

 

Some plant the seeds that others will water,

But in all things God gives the growth.

Come, let Him garden the flowers within you;

Come and discover some you’ve never known.

 

Look at the love that lies deep within you.

Let yourself be!  Let yourself be!

Look at the gifts you have been given;

Let them go free, Let them go free.

 

 

Friends Are Like Flowers – Carey Landry

 

Chorus:

Friends are like flowers, beautiful flowers.

Friends are like flowers in the garden of life.

Friends are like flowers, beautiful flowers.

Friends are like flowers in the garden of life.

 

Are you a daisy?  Are you a rose?

Are you a dandelion?

You can be what you are;

I’ll be what I am;

We will be friends in the garden of life.

 

Flowers need sunshine; flowers need rain;

Flowers need loving care.

Helping each other in sunshine and rain,

We will be friends in the garden of life.

 

 

 

I like the flowers, I love the daffodils,

I like the mountains, I love the rolling hills

I like the fireside, when all the lights are low,

 

Boom-ti-ar-a, Boom-ti-ar-a, Boom-ti-ar-a, Boom

 

 

The First Tulip (2-Part Round)

 

Here look in the garden bed,

something beautiful is growing.

Bright, shaped like a cup,

all red, tulip opens to the sun.

 

Last night it was small and green,

flame like now it is a glowing.

This one is the first I’ve seen,

now sweet weather has begun.

 

 

White Coral Bells (4-Part Round)

 

White coral bells upon a slender stalk

Lily of the valley deck my garden walk

Oh, don't you wish that you could hear them ring

That will only happen when the fairies sing

 

 

Tree Song – Croatian (3-Part Song)

 

Live, live, live, our fields and woodlands need you.

Live, live, live, our hopes and blessings speed you.

Live, live, live, and may the fair God lead you.

 

Love, love, love the winds and storms that bend you.

Love, love, love, and yield though they would rend you.

Love, love, love, the sun and rains that tend you.

 

Grow, grow, grow, till never tree shall shade you.

Grow, grow, grow, till homage proud is paid you.

Grow, grow, grow, and climb to Him who made you

 

 

If All The Raindrops

 

If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops?
Oh what a rain that would be.
Standing outside with my mouth open wide.
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh.
If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops?
Oh what a rain that would be.

If all the sun beams were bubble gum and ice cream?
Oh what a sun that would be.
Standing outside with my mouth open wide.
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh.
If all the sun beams were bubble gum and ice cream?
Oh what a sun that would be.

 

 

 

Everybody hates me!

Nobody likes me,

I'm going to the garden to eat some worms.

 

Chorus (Repeat after each verse):       

Big fat juicy ones

Long green slimy ones,

And itsy, bitsy, fuzzy, wuzzy worms.

Yum Yum.

 

First you get a bucket,

Then you get a shovel,

Oh how they wiggle and squirm.

 

Down goes the first one,

Down goes the second one,

Down goes the third little worm.

 

Round goes the first one

Round goes the second one

Round goes the third little worm.


Up comes the first one,

Up comes the second one,

Up comes the third little worm.


Everybody likes me,

Nobody hates me!

I'm going to the garden to eat some worms.

 

 

 

I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee

Won't my mommy be so proud of me?

I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee

Ooh, eee it stung me!


I'm squishing up my baby bumble bee

Won't my mommy be so proud of me?

I'm squishing up my baby bumble bee

Ooh, eee it's all over me!


I'm licking up my baby bumble bee

Won't my mommy be so proud of me?

I'm licking up my baby bumble bee

Ooh, eee needs salt!


I'm (throwing up noise) my baby bumble bee

Won't my mommy be so proud of me?

I'm (throwing up noise) my baby bumble bee

Ooh, eee what a mess!


I'm sweeping up my baby bumble bee

Won't my mommy be so proud of me?

I'm sweeping up my baby bumble bee

Ooh, eee my mommy loves me!

 

Actions:

 

Bringing home the bumble bee - Cup hands as if carrying an insect

Squishing up the bumble bee - Use hands to squish!

Licking up the bumble bee - Lick hands one after the other

 

 

 

Hear the lively song of the frogs in yonder pond,

Crick, crick, crickety crick, BARRRUMMP!

 

Actions:

 

Squat and bounce throughout dong.

On the BARRRUMMP!  Jump high and clap your hands over your head.

 

 

Going on a Picnic

 

Sit everyone in a circle. Start the story by saying, "I am going on a picnic. You can come too, if I decide I like what you're going to bring." Then give an example of something that can come on a picnic. The secret is that whatever you bring on the picnic must start with the same letter as your first name (or, if you want to make it REALLY hard, use your last name!)

For example (a girl named Colleen): "I am going on a picnic, and I will bring a Cake." (she would be allowed to come).

(A girl named Erica): "I am going on a picnic, and I will bring a can of Pop." (She would not be allowed to come).

 

SECRET: Do not tell the girls that the item must start with the same letter as their first name.

 

 

Inch by Inch – David Mallett

 

Chorus:        

Inch by inch, row by row

Gonna make this garden grow

All it takes is a rake and a hoe

And a piece of fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row

Someone bless these seeds I sow

Someone warm them from below

'Til the rain comes tumbling down           

 

Pulling weeds and pickin' stones
Man is made from dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
To my body and my brain
To the music from the land

Plant your rows straight and long
Thicker than with pray'r and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care
Old crow watchin' hungrily
From his perch in yonder tree
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there

 

 

 

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

 

Conish, conish par lo shay chic a bin chic a bin pah ko kay

Conish, conish par lo shay chic a bin chic a bin pah ko kay

 

This is a Navajo prayer for rain. The tapping rhythm accompanies only the first section and is very soft. It is made by two beats on the thigh, then a triplet and one beat, tapped by two fingers on the opposite palm. At the end of the song, after a moment’s silence, the rain is heard. Following the leader’s timing all rub hands together, then clap softly, getting louder and ending by clapping on thighs.

 

 

The Selfish Giant – Oscar Wilde

 

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. 'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.

'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.

'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.

TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED

He was a very selfish Giant.

The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside.

'How happy we were there,' they said to each other.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.' The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.

'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.'

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was stillWinter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

'But where is your little companion?' he said: 'the boy I put into the tree.' The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

'We don't know,' answered the children; 'he has gone away.'

'You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,' said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. 'How I would like to see him!' he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. 'I have many beautiful flowers,' he said; 'but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.'

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.'

'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of Love.'

'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.'

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

 

 

Quietly – Sue Stevens

 

Quietly in the morning, Quietly when dawn is near,

Quietly in the sunrise, Quietly God is there.

 

Chorus:        

Listen for God in quietness, Listen and you may hear.

Listen for God in stillness, Listen for God is there.

 

Quietly in the springtime, Quietly when leave appear,

Quietly in the greenness, Quietly God is there.

 

Quietly in the evening, Quietly when stars appear,

Quietly in the stillness, Quietly God is there.

 

Quietly we are gathered, Quietly for night is near,

Quietly close beside us, Quietly God is there.

 

 

 

Kis nay ban a ya phool o ko, phool o ko, phool o ko?

Kis nay ban a ya phool o ko?

Ee shwar jo swarg may nay.

 

Who made the flowers red and white? Red and white? Red and white?

Who made the flowers red and white? God who is in heaven!

 

Kis nay ban a ya cherry o ko, cherry o ko, cherry o ko?

Kis nay ban a ya cherry o ko?

Ee shwar jo swarg may nay.

 

Who made the birds to fly on high? Fly on high? Fly on high?

Who made the birds to fly on high? God who is in heaven.

 

Kis nay ban a ya machlyo ko, machlyo ko, machlyo ki?

Kis nay ban a ya machlyo ko?

Ee shwar jo swarg may nay.

 

Who made the fish to swim in the sea? Swim in the sea? Swim in the sea?

Who made the fish to swim in the sea? God who is in heaven.

Kis nay ban a ya tharo ko, tharo ko, tharo ko?

Kis nay ban a ya tharo ko?

Ee shwar jo swarg may nay.

 

Who made the stars to shine above? Shine above? Shine above.

Who made the stars to shine above?

God who is in heaven.

 

Kis nay ban a ya thoom ko mooch ko, thoom ko mooch ko, thoom ko mooch ko?

Kis nay ban a ya thoom ko mooch ko?

Ee shwar jo swarg may nay.

 

Who made you and who made me? You and me? You and me?

Who made you and who made me? God who is in heaven.

 

Actions:

 

Flowers          Hands palm to palm with knuckles humped away form bud of lotus; fingers open keeping base of hands, tips of little fingers and thumbs touching as flower blossoms.

Birds               Right wrist crossed over left palms upward, thumbs linked; hands wave gently like birds’ wings.

Fish                Right hand on top of left, palms downward, thumbs move like fins.

Stars               Arms raised to shoulder height, hands pointing upward, fingers open and close as star twinkles.

Heaven          Both hands are raised above head and wave slightly once.

 

 

 

Oh, how lovely is the evening, is the evening.

When the bells are sweetly ringing, sweetly ringing.

Ding, dong, ding, dong.

 

 

 

Night is falling,

Stars are bright.

Have I said my last good-night?

Lord above look down on me

And help me through the night.

 

Thank you for a lovely day.

Thank you for showing me the way.

Thank you for all you have given me,

Good-night, O Lord, good-night.

 

 

Taps

 

Day is done

Gone the sun

From the lake,

From the hills,

From the sky,

All is well

Safely rest

God is nigh.

Friends are like flowers in the garden of life!