Loon Lake

Loon Lake

The autumn sunlight shimmers
on the surface of the lake,
a million brilliant diamonds
are suddenly awake.

A moment of such beauty
is never far away.
and the ripples on the surface
never tire of their play.

When words sometimes elude me,
my eyes still see the truth,
Loon Lake is right below me,
a vision from my youth.

On a canvas so appealing,
the surface glimmers still,
a sight that's worth remembering
and I shall have my fill.

I've traveled far and seen so much
but this sight will always be;
one that stays forever as
my favorite memory.

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