As I sit here in my hotel room,
All is calm . . . Peaceful.
The scene beyond my window
Bursts with October’s hues.
All is still . . . Tranquil.
The deep blue waters lie motionless.
All are smooth . . . Waveless.
I just received a call
That a dear friend has passed.
I am quiet . . . Reflecting.
I shall remember this place of beauty
And imagine him seated
On the pinnacle of a mountain
Whose splendor cannot be equaled.
©️2019 By David Lee Thompson
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God bless you always, my friend.
Connie
Lake Placid in New York State brings up thoughts of several horror movies using that place as a backdrop. I'm glad that you took the other view, the one peaceful and tranquil with only the danger of icy winter to come.
Ron
It was fitting that you placed your thoughts on paper at this moment in time. I recall a favorite song that was playing on the plane the time my grandmother died. Every time I hear that song, I think of her. It's a comforting fond memory with vision of that plane ride.
You will probably never forget where you were on the lake or the poem that you wrote. It's a fine tribute to your friend. Amen