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SILVER LAKE
Today Silver Lake was grey under a mottled sky,
A few white waves splashing as the wind rushed by,
Not very aptly named on this dull cloudy day,
But I can imagine the silver on a brighter day.

I imagine Silver Lake bright pink from the rising sun,
The mist fading in beauty when a new day has begun,
Also hear the loon call from shore to craggy shore,
And gaze in wonder as the world awakes once more.

I can also see Silver Lake dressed in summer blue,
With the silver waves dotted and sparkling like dew,
I can hear the laughter of children playing on a beach,
With hawk and eagle hovering high safely out of reach.

I glimpse a view of Silver Lake on a very clear night,
Now deep velvet blue reflecting the gentle light
Of moon and stars mirrored in perfection there,
The sound of calling wolves across the crisp air.

So, Silver Lake, of pink, grey, blue as night sky,
Please always stay clear in my memories eye,
And when I think of silver I’ll see you quite grey,
Then imagine the colours that come your way.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 2, 2003