Living With Lakes
Oh; how our lakes; do circle our reach.
In circles of puddles beyond our belief.
Halting for shorelines that make up their seams;
'till rising above them through rivers and streams.
Surrounded by ribbits of green bumpy frogs,
all woven through reeds by wet bumpy logs.
While sliders of Junebugs will turn in each arc
with legs shifting water like fins of a carp.
As winds of the water break waves to come in,
in meeting the shore in waves that have been.
So picture our lakes as healthy and fun
where Living With Lakes has just begun.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2012
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