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Journey to Twitchell Lake
Along a winding,
dirt-worn road,
mother and I explored the unknown.
Years of travel were exposed
Where eroded potholes and pebbles sank and
Leaves whirled and stirred
On our way
To Twitchell Lake.
Through hilltops and valleys
We travelled along
Every bend in a corner
Every leaf sang a song
and through the desert
deep in our souls
Scented evergreens swayed
First to then fro
On our way
To Twitchell Lake.
Then upon our arrival
We entered the grounds
A great Adirondack porch circled around
Then six authors left
Their mark to know,
They spoke their truths
From deep inside their souls
At Twitchell Lake.
Copyright ©
Kelly Besaw Gallo
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