I go to sleep; I'm forty-three.
With my five kids and spouse with me
We're at our cottage by the lake.
We swim, we sail and then we take
A boat ride to blueberry hill
Where we all pick for pies to fill.
The evening comes, the lake's like glass
That cracks as loons and beavers pass.
Then crickets start their nightly tune
Which ends the day, oh far too soon.
It's so much fun to be alive.
I wake confused; I'm ninety-five.
Written by Doug Barr
This is a poem that I came across which reminds of living on the lake. I realize how I take it so much for granted everyday. I am always so busy with my everyday "must dos" that I forget to be thankful for the gifts that I am blessed with everyday.
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