Tahoe
The clouds above
Reflect on your waters.
On your rough shore
Walk mothers and daughters.
Indians roamed here,
In distant past.
Their burials are near
Spread across lands vast.
Your waters, cold and clear
Softly caressing the sand.
In the light you sparkle
like diamonds on the hand.
Jealous others are,
As they pale to you.
Your beauty and grace
In your deep, hue of blue.
Copyright © Te Ue | Year Posted 2017
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