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The Lakehouse

Shimmer and flow

Wood Lake at sunset seems to emit a  soft glow.

Waves like edges move and dip

Feathering out, tumble and flip.

 

I hear the giggling of happy little girls

Dunking heads underwater and wetting their curls.

Scraggly young boys jump off a long pier

Showing their bravado that they have no fear.

 

Mallard ducks and tan little birds soar and float.

Passing patient people fishing off docks, or in a boat.

As I watch natures glory a gentle breeze caresses my sleeve.

I am at peace with myself with nothing to grieve.

 

I am very grateful for the time I spent here.

It gave me the chance to think with a mind that is crystal clear.

I was in my own world relaxing on my inflatable chair

With the sunshine as my companion floating here and there.

 

This quaint little lakehouse is a Godsend to friends

Who need  some time to heal, make changes or amends.

The owners are loving in spirit, generous and kind.

They open their home as a haven for the heart, soul and mind.

 

Copyright *CindyRenouf @2010

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Jul 27, 2010
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July 9-12th I spent time  at a quaint little place on a lake

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