We meandered down the bumpy twisting lane
T’ween trees and bushes, hedge and ditch,
Far off the beaten track is part of it’s claim.
There at Tawow lodge.
At last the lake is seen glistening through the trees,
Dotted with small islands like tiny emeralds
Embedded in a pale blue cloak ruffled in the breeze.
There at Tawow lodge.
The logs look strong and sturdy, ready for heat or cold,
Facing the lake so beautiful to see, with flowers all around.
In the summer like a part of paradise, lovely to behold.
There at Tawow Lodge.
Also go in the winter when cruel beauty is at it’s best.
The lake frozen pure white and pines all covered in snow.
You see the lights in the distance inviting you to rest.
There at Tawow lodge.
But best of all, what ever the season or weather may be,
Is the welcome, it feels just like home, you just want to stay
And bask in the warmth and the love that flows free.
There at Tawow Lodge.
Ann Margetson
July 13 1997
For Jim and Hazel Corman.
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