Living at the lake when I get the chance, hearing the loons call and
Watching the northern lights dance, the calm of the warm summer breeze
All of this beauty brings me to my knees.
Giving it up at the end of each summer. Longing for it when I am home with another,
The lake waits for me like a long forgotten lover. It is my special place that I have never had to share.
A place where a tent and a few good books can bring me so much, a place where no one else can ever hunt. If you wait in the early summer mornings you might find a bear, sometimes at the edge even a deer.
Through the nights when the moon hangs low, it makes you wish that time would slow, you as your self if fall might hold back, but know better and remember that in the end you will have to return home.
Author notes
I am From Canada and live in the USA far away from this place and only go home once a year... It made me home sick to write this...
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- Take me to a beautiful place by Yellow-Rose.
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Comments
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Oh.... Wow!!.... Your special place sounds so beautiful. I'm not surprised that it made you home sick. You are lucky to have it. Unique and memorable poem written from the heart. Thanks so much for entering
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