BY THE LAKE

Tiz the dew that falleth from the air~

That sitteth on the hayish grass~

Tiz the wetness that nourishes the field~

In which I watch by the lake.

The yellow buttercups drooping still~

Till the sun dries them off~

Indian paintbrushes await the heat~

To make them vibrant once again.

I hear the repetition of the waves as they lap the hard sand~

I see their froth minute~

Still is the water further out~

As the dew from the lake settles amongst the~

Vegetation on the land.

A morning bird starts his song~

Like the finch in a cage he sings from his heart~

To awaken every being that GOD has~

Set forth from HIS hands.

What is that I see?

Sure enough it is a fawn~

Nibbling cautious and fancy free~

She takes a quick glance at me.

Over there near the treed leafy hanging shore~

Still sleep the multi colored ducks~

Stirring just a little for~

Their morning routine to start.

A hush but for nature sounds~

Do amaze my senses~

Slightly chilled the air from the~

Mist that does surround me.

Giant the evergreens tall to see~

Cast a never ending shadow at ease~

As pine-needles cover the floor of a shaded area~

For at mid day it is a refuge to be thankful for.

Swing sets hang still~

Till there will be happy hands to grasp the chains~

While bottoms sit on and legs kick to a rhythmic pattern beat~

Making go a gay child’s singing song above the play yard sand.

Tiz the life guard stands that seem so ominous~

Bare now with out the guards~

They stand strong against the beach~

Almost haunted when no one is on.

Last besides the empty pavilions~

Under a gloomy morning cloud~

Is the unpromising row boat that sits half on shore~

With haphazardly thrown in ores.

Tiz the dew that falleth from the air~

That sitteth on the hayish grass~

Tiz the wetness that nourishes the field~

In which I watch by the lake.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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