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Mystic lake, nestled in the kind of scenery Landscape painters drive many miles to find. Water. so clear you can see Almost to creation and the rocks A hundred feet below. Cold but never frozen, It’s water is the color of a Summer sky Because it is so pure. Recreation Paradise straddling two states- Boating, hiking, swimming… And on one side there’s gambling Where you can exercise your fortune With the spinning of a set of wheels Or the rolling of the dice. Such popularity has brought A shadow to the pristine shoreline. Development and overuse Are sullying the waters Once a vivid cerulean, But now a dimmer version of the color With a mistiness as depths increase. Is it too late to stop the damage Can people yet be made to care And turn around the gradual fading Of one if God’s most premier jewels ljm
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 8:38 AM UTC
CH #66 - TAHOE
Mystic lake, nestled in the kind of scenery Landscape painters drive many miles to find. Water. so clear you can see Almost to creation and the rocks A hundred feet below. Cold but never frozen, It’s water is the color of a Summer sky Because it is so pure. Recreation Paradise straddling two states- Boating, hiking, swimming… And on one side there’s gambling Where you can exercise your fortune With the spinning of a set of wheels Or the rolling of the dice. Such popularity has brought A shadow to the pristine shoreline. Development and overuse Are sullying the waters Once a vivid cerulean, But now a dimmer version of the color With a mistiness as depths increase. Is it too late to stop the damage Can people yet be made to care And turn around the gradual fading Of one if God’s most premier jewels ljm
BLT's Merriam Webster challenge. Not happy with this one at all. Sounds like a news report, not a poem.
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 8:38 AM UTC
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