The middle of a pristine lake
An island with a sandy beach
A lovely picnic lunch we’ll take
The middle of a pristine lake
With lobster rolls and rib-eye steak
There’s paradise within our reach
The middle of a pristine lake
An island with a sandy beach
We pack the boat and leave the dock
Captain, First-Mate, and Amera
At nearly half-past ten o’clock
We pack the boat and leave the dock
Then circumnavigate a rock
We capture it on camera
We pack the boat and leave the dock
Captain, First-Mate, and Amera
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First-Mate’s unsteady in the boat
Her head is hanging o’er the rail
We’re struggling to stay afloat
First-Mate’s unsteady in the boat
She sings a very sour note
We take on water, start to bail
First-Mate's unsteady in the boat
Her head is hanging o’er the rail
Poor Amera goes overboard
Into the water cold and deep
Over the rail the water poured
Poor Amera went overboard
And all supplies that we had stored
So, Captain takes a mighty leap
Poor Amera goes overboard
Into the water cold and deep
The rescue was a swift success
Our soggy picnic packed again
Amera smiles in dripping dress
The rescue was a swift success
First-Mate regains her steadiness
It’s just another day in Maine
The rescue was a swift success
Our soggy picnic packed again
We stoutly sang a sailing song
And happiness would rule the day
We reached the island ‘fore too long
We stoutly sang a sailing song
The loons and mallards sang along
Our clothes dried off upon the way
We stoutly sang a sailing song
And happiness would rule the day
The picnic tasted mighty fine
Steak, lobster rolls, raw oysters, too
Some Bartlett’s Coastal dry white wine
The Picnic tasted mighty fine
Poetry made our spirits shine
Desert a pie of berries blue
The picnic tasted mighty fine
Steak, lobster rolls, raw oysters, too
So, then the crew sets up the tent
And gathers wood to build a fire
The captain chose just where it went
So, then the crew sets up the tent
‘Twas where the evening would be spent
Some distant thunderclouds inspire
So, then the crew sets up the tent
And gathers wood to build a fire
The lightning bugs put on a show
Amidst poetic merriment
Above the campfires’ embers glow
The fireflies put on a show
‘Till everybody seemed to know
‘Twas time to go inside the tent
The lightning bugs put on a show
Amidst poetic merriment
The daylight’s gone, but not the fun
A pen, a notebook, massive smiles
We wrote about the setting sun
The daylight’s gone, but not the fun
We vowed to write ‘till this is done
To chronicle these many miles
The daylight’s gone, but not the fun
A pen, a notebook, massive smiles
The breeze came up and raindrops fell
Loud thunder echoed from above
We’re mesmerized by natures’ spell
The breeze came up and raindrops fell
We laughed and joked and all was well
As never had we felt such love
The breeze came up and raindrops fell
Loud thunder echoed from above
The night proceeded blissfully
The lantern doused, but love still burns
A sleeping bag zips playfully
The night proceeded blissfully
And sleep came so reluctantly
More rhymes will have to wait their turns
The night proceeded blissfully
The lantern doused, but love still burns
The morning is a different hue
A smile says all there is to say
The early sunlight streaking through
The morning is a different hue
Both sky and water brighter blue
Life has been perfect for a day
The morning is a different hue
A smile says all there is to say
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I was taken on a lovely trip for this write courtesy of your golden pen which I say congratulations for the well deserved sparlker that is sitting there. Thank you for sharing the gift of your illustrious pen with all of us. Love and God bless you my friend, Joyce 
