Home is Infinitise.

                            Dewart Lake. Syracuse. Indiana. United States.

                            North America. Earth. Orbiting the Sun. Space.

          Barefoot, toes test brown-bottomed waters,

          Always too cold at first.
          "Dare me to go all the way under?"

          Motor boat's moan, geese call, children scream laughter.

          Lake city. Summer time. Sunshine.

          Setting sun claims cloud-fluffed skies and turns them velvet.

          Cornfields ballroom dance with the breeze.

          Smell of cut down grass. fire wood. lake water.

          Good friends, craving night fall,
          pile into a car, wearing all black.
          "Did you get it all?" "Of course."

          Supressing laughter. Egging cars. Hearts pounding.

          Standing at lake’s edge and breathing deep,
          the smell of lake air.
          Driving at 75mph down country roads.
          Laying on car roofs.
          Counting stars.
          Lounging around with the front door wide open.
          Small town security.
          Blaming everything on the “Lakers.”
          Good Will box hunting.
          Spontaneous trips to various parks.
          The three willow trees.
          Bonfires.
          

          Scalding sun light evaporates oxygen; so humid!
          Vactioners [we call them "lakers"] They're weekend wonders.

          Uncaring. Obnoxious. Ungreatful.
          They don't know here like i know here,

          think they own this place, they've got big dollars.

          Tear up the lakes. Polute our streets.

          Outsiders. Beware of full timers.

          In the small town, traditions set, on sacrad indian grounds.
          Constant reminder that there is so. much. more.

          They've got small minds

          We can't stay here forever.

         [ But here will never leave us. ]

                  Home.

                             Here i am infinate.