Oh to hear dark waters
lapping at shore rocks
See gold sun kissed wave caps
slap upon old dock
And up above sharp cries
of a red tailed hawk
Oh blanket me with mist
of cool morning fog
As I watch green turtles
lie on floating log
And hear low bellow croak
of a male bullfrog
To hear soft humming sound
of old fishing reel
And hope to catch a fish
for our noontime meal
The silence of cool lake
helps our souls to heal
To fish again with Dad
as we did before
Can only happen now
when my soul does soar
Back to memory lane
when I softly snore
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Lyrical Porch II
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