Lake Cliffs of Erie

Standing on the edge of a cliff toking a smooth fat spliff waiting to catch sight of a skiff Floating it's way on by Watching the majestic girl soar no longer a beast of lore wish for increasingly more She passes a look on the fly Brown with white head and tail power that will never fail enchanting how she sets sail Makes me start to cry Bounding stag hidden by ivied hoods sneaky 'lil squirrel dashing with his goods amber kits darting through the boxwoods Violet western sun in the sky