“Softly the evening came;

The sun from the western horizon,

Like a magician,

Extended his golden wand o'er the landscape;

Trinkling vapors arose;

And sky, and water, and forest,

Seemed all on fire at the touch,

And melted and mingled, together.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

End of the day, on the lake

Time to ponder, the sunset

And tonight, I am overjoyed

The best sunset of the trip yet

I think of Longfellow’s words above

As I watch God’s truly magical show

The hush of this landscape, wondrous

The great northwood, is now, all aglow

What a glorious way, to end this day

Soon, I will light a fire, for the night

But, for several glorious minutes, here

I perch on this lakeshore in sheer delight

My dogs also seem to sense the magic

They stand very quietly at my side

We thankfully have front row seats

What a truly glorious dusk, to be alive

Suddenly, the sheer silence is broken

By a far off loon, now calling to its mate

She calls back, and he wings to her side

Together, for tomorrow’s dawn, they wait

As the sun soon slowly sinks, out of sight

I thank God, for one more day, in the wood

And as I gather firewood, to light my campfire

I think, this day at the lake, was extremely good

©June 2013, Mr. Ed