I ache for the beauty of a childhood
Summer's day; now a fading memory.
Where the cool blue water of a
Mountain lake casts ripples of welcome
Towards my dangling feet.
And kingfishers dive in unison for
Their evening meal; and the struggling fish
Supper finally accepts its fate, after
A frantic fight for survival.
The eagle soars far above;
A speck of spectacular motion in
The background to this paradise.
Eyeing the furry denizens of this place;
In anticipation of a tasty morsel for tea.
When raindrops fall, and storm clouds sound,
Birds scatter in all directions; as the lapping lake
Water churns and swells against my groaning
Rowing boat. An unfamiliar interloper in this;