As the fog permits
A little view
Across the lake,
An island fits
Just in the middle,
In a perfect state.
It's not a big island-
In fact, if couldn't hold
Three trees;
Much less a house.
But that didn't bother us-
We'd manage somehow.
As we drove out into
That lake,
We lost ourselves in the dewy mist.
But those moments come so few;
So we got lost;
We weren't missed.
That day was so cold,
So perfect.
Best friends squabbling
As if it were foretold,
Over that house
On the lake.
A contest entry
- Be Inspired ~ Options~ by Jersene.
1500 points, ended October 17, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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I'm not sure which prompt you used (as it was not stated in your author's notes.)
This is an interesting story...your imagery paints a nice picture of this island, you describe. The mist, the moment captured, the importance of friendship. An enjoyable read. Thanks for your entry
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