SIMONHOUSE LAKE
We once again returned to a favourite place,
A beauty spot full of stately beauteous grace,
We, enfolded in silence which we did break
As we walked to the edge of that very still lake,
Did disturb two squirrels in a near by tree,
Then, slowly, the stillness returned to set us free
From worries of the world as we soaked in the view,
Seeing the still tranquil lake reflecting a sky of blue.
As we drove away the lake peeked through the trees,
In places it was ruffled by the start of a gentle breeze,
Then, in rolled the clouds, threatening snow or rain,
But not before that dear lake was silent for us again.
I love the sound of silence when standing by a lake,
Feeling the closeness of nature that helps in me awake
The joys of nature, the joy of simple little things,
Enjoying never ending bliss that healing nature brings.

M Ann Margetson November 17, 2001