Down by the lake......

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       Early morning is such a treat,
      nature awakens to begin a new day.
     Birds up first in search of food,
   swoop through trees along their way.

   Yawn, stretch, begin to prepare,
   mystery of nature we hunger and thurst.
 Each day a surprise, a gift from God,
  please, what awaits, we are about to burst.

            Kitties on the prowl waiting for treats,
            parakeets chirping, remove the cover.
           Open the window, kitties come running,
            birds high on a perch, together hover.

               Other creatures large and small,
         crawling, climbing each doing their chore.
               There is a place we all shall meet,
         down by the lake along the pristine shore.

           Water rippling, gently kissing the sand,
         rolls in, rolls out without making a sound.
            Walk along the edge, water feels cool,
               turning around footprints abound.

          Will this always be here for others to see,
           stopping, staring, it makes me wonder.
              Will the land, the lake be misused,
      how long before even the footprints go under.

             Food, shelter, cover from strangers,
           many little friends depend on this lake.
            Fishermen, boaters, water skiers too,
           all share this place, for goodness sake.

          Saying good-bye to all my little friends,
         time to go home, there is work to be done.
           When it is time to leave I say a prayer,
         if not for many, always be here for some.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
5/18/2007
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