Sitting by a Lake

Another, written during my high school days. Published in Miracles of Nature, by the International Library of Poetry, 2002.

Sitting by a Lake

     Sitting by a lake, I know it well.
The sun slowly sinks into the hills.
A slight chill is in the air and mosquitoes dance.
Spring flowers have gone to sleep for the evening,
     and the fresh smell of pine trees and new life fills the evening air.
A little girl and boy play on a distant beach.
In swimsuits and thongs,
     dragging sand-filled towels,
they happily splash about.
Soft grass beneath me. The breeze is refreshing.
There is a tinkle from the lake
     as a nearby fish leaps at its prey.
My brother calls to me, but I ignore him.
I’d rather let my feet explore the cold water.
Something, perhaps a crab, is disturbed
     and swims away to a great depth, for security.
I feel peaceful and calm.
It is joyous and free this evening.
A soaring bird is free.