Whatchan Lake

This is a poem about a place I go camping!

Morning mist on the water.
The sound of silence.
In the distance,
you hear the call of a bird.
Gently the waves come to the shore.
Fresh air fills you inside.
Softly, the breeze goes through your hair.
Brightly, the sun shines on the water.
Makes it look like a mirror so still.

The beauty of this place takes my breath away.
Here is where I wish I could stay.