Lake Lady Louise

The night is brimming with lake water fully moon-laden. Sparkles and dashes of diamonds clutter her surface. I am delighted at the prettiness of the outlying forest. Surrounded by beauty that enhances my glorious mood. We fell in love with temporary aspects of this forest glen. Inspired to have the lake dug once upon a memory. She calls me in spring and fall, coaxing me to swim in summer. I love her, and call her Lake Lady Louise, after my grandma. Birthed from a place of honesty I had reservations. Not wanting any of the trees to go but of course they had to. I mourned these large oaks, pushed into pile by dozers. Felt a devastation at the progress, fearing it was a mistake. Beneath the wings of your song, oh Lake Lady Louise, I am in awe of your cat tails, bullfrogs and minnows. It is with pure joy that I feel your catfish and bass staring. Underneath the cover of your diamond encrusted surface.