Come down to the lake
and hold a day,
Sure to remember
a heaven to be made,
and memories are new
felt in a different way,
so come down to the lake
where all is clear
like sunlight on water
restless but near,
the warm rays of hope
which bathe the soul
in quiet reflection
of what it means to get old,
and find the heart
that holds the child,
so trusting of a day's embrace
to know but not know
how all is made,
so come down to the lake
and find your way,
this spot in time
to carry only dreams today.
There is something about being on the lake that just soothes the soul. I love to fish and just enjoy the scenery. Your poem is a beautiful reminder of those joys.
Best regards,
Leland
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2004
good one
Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2004
Hello Gail!
We have what we call 'The Great Kiwi Bach'. It is iconic to New Zealanders and because we are an island nation, the beach is never far from any of us... With 'To the Lake' you have painted an absolutely perfect picture of that holiday migration we make (some to lakes, but most to the coastlines) every summer to the beach for the making of our family memories which all but the least fortunate of us share!
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Best regards,
Leland
We have what we call 'The Great Kiwi Bach'. It is iconic to New Zealanders and because we are an island nation, the beach is never far from any of us... With 'To the Lake' you have painted an absolutely perfect picture of that holiday migration we make (some to lakes, but most to the coastlines) every summer to the beach for the making of our family memories which all but the least fortunate of us share!