REMEMBERING A LAKE
I remember a pristine lake in a forest, cool and very deep,
Where beauty reigns, where the speckled trout high do leap.
A spot where caribou, deer and moose do come to drink
And loons swim low in the water, then seem to sink
Never to come up again, but do a distance away they appear,
There by that lake only the sounds of nature do you hear.
A place where wolves wander and call as the sun sinks low,
As if giving warning that all homeward should soon go.
Oh, now the sweet comfort that lovely lake to me does bring,
When lonely or sad then my empty heart with joy will sing.
I long to find that pristine lake in the forest cool and deep,
There stay awhile and quietly wait for the trout to leap.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson March 16, 2003