Oh to hear dark waters

     lapping at shore rocks

See gold sun kissed wave caps

     slap upon old dock

And up above sharp cries

     of a red tailed hawk

Oh blanket me with mist

     of cool morning fog

As I watch green turtles

     lie on floating log

And hear low bellow croak

     of a male bullfrog

To hear soft humming sound

     of old fishing reel

And hope to catch a fish

     for our noontime meal

The silence of cool lake

     helps our souls to heal

To fish again with Dad

     as we did before

Can only happen now

     when my soul does soar

Back to memory lane

     when I softly snore

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