Ode
to Lake Berryessa
There
is a place
Secluded
from reality
Hidden
behind rolling hills
Where
I love to be
The
days are long
Filled
with sun and warmth
Time
ticked away
With
friends and family
The
forest green water glistens
As
smooth as glass
Splashes
and ripples
Ruin
the perfection
Motors
hum
Sound
of children giggling
The
skier glides
With
such grace and poise
This
is a place I long to be
Where
the days are endless
Lost
in relaxation
So
serene and lovely
Author: ~ELM~Sister Lou~
Copyright (c) 2005
All Rights Reserved
