Summer 2000

Sunset on Lake
Golden clouds cascade the sky.
Peaceful is the lakes soft cry.
The humm of the ferry muffled my the sound,
of the habitat that lingers around.
The water turns from blue to peach,
The rocks beneath the dock,
too close to see, too far away to reach.
Silloetts of mountains, a lake that comes to
me, only in my writing will remain the
things I see.


Sunset on Lake (Revised 2007)
Golden clouds cascade the sky.
Peaceful is the lake's soft cry.
The hum of the ferry muffled by the sound
of the habitat that lingers

The water turns from blue to peach,
The rocks beneath the dock
too close to see, too far away to reach

silhouettes of mountains
a lake that comes to me
only in my writing will remain the
things I see.