Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Bass Lake

Wind brushed meadows
tumble over violent cliffs
down to the raging, rocky sea
redeemed by daisies

Even hemlock is laced with flowers

The evergreen thrill of the Tarzan rope
stuns the deep woods with merry shrieks

My son and I swim round the emerald lake
conjuring up old friends in conversation
this place thick with the magic of memory

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