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Sunday Morning Waters
The ride to the lake,
Isn't very far.
I make a few turns here and there,
and down the widened trail.
The road is old and cratered,
not many cross this way.
The road breaks right, miss and you'll
hit the trees, hanging in the trail.
Gravel long has washed away,
Down the waters edges.
I park on off the side,
and walk the rest, I don't really mind.
The water is quite clear and blue,
I see some fish swim by,
So too the the waterfowl,
The waters so alive.
I take my seat, where I have sat,
So many years gone by.
And relish at the beauty. ...
Here before my eyes.
Isn't very far.
I make a few turns here and there,
and down the widened trail.
The road is old and cratered,
not many cross this way.
The road breaks right, miss and you'll
hit the trees, hanging in the trail.
Gravel long has washed away,
Down the waters edges.
I park on off the side,
and walk the rest, I don't really mind.
The water is quite clear and blue,
I see some fish swim by,
So too the the waterfowl,
The waters so alive.
I take my seat, where I have sat,
So many years gone by.
And relish at the beauty. ...
Here before my eyes.
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Sunday Morning Waters
Sunday Morning Waters