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this is the last mile of the long way
       i'm homeward bound
my bubbly resolve now holds sway
      i'm on the home stretch
this is where my dream comes true
       i'm firm and positive
this time around i took the right turn
      and i must surely get the prize
this is where we smile and are happy
     i'm one of the chosen few
this time the glow is huge and luminous
and my struggle leads to the next struggle
     this time my reward is certain
she waits for me with a glass of cold water
lodged deep inside the pupils of her eyes
     and i know i dreamed it all up again
Each ripple at her shore perfect , every panfish feeding just below the surface held with upmost respect ..
A repository of turbulent waters awarded peace , a placid impoundment delivering solace to all it's fortunate recipients ..
Canadian Geese are quite familiar with her charms , bullfrogs and killdeer speak of her beauty with Summer songs ..
The calls of numerous songbirds fill the Springtime air , Largemouth Bass crash at the top of the water , breaking the afternoon silence ..
Georgia Pines shade her Northern front , blackberry thickets just beyond the Western shore , Blue Herons quietly forage in the shallow waters , she is the emboldened mother of countless natural wonders* ...
Copyright December 5 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

A five acre lake a quarter mile behind the house . Surrounded by thick woods .. Paradise . Fodder for countless poems ..
lluvia de abril Dec 2015
If I had a word to reach
it would be one you gently speak
a phrase, a verse in tone so kind
it tints the fiber of dawn’s light

your Words have traveled
in warmth sublime
on wings of amber
and quiet fire

without you
there would be no words
to speak, to sing
that if I had, but one to reach
it would be one you gift to me
* Title by Bill Hughes.  

Thank you for the gift of inspiration. Cheers to a newfound friendship!
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