Friday, September 10, 2010

Down-Greyed


DOWN-GRAYED!
First, a smudge, right at the top.
Then a whirling dervish, descending.
Finally, a laughing clown landing on the grass.

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LAKE MACQUARIE

The Lake lies limpid on a lazy afternoon.
If we don't get there soon
We'll be sorry.
With trees surrounding
And boats abounding,
It's quite astounding!
It's our Lake MacQuarie.
We can stop a while beneath a sunny summer sky
And watch the seabirds fly
With easy grace.
It's all so gentle
And elemental
I'm sentimental
About the place.

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The paths wind pleasantly beneath the shady trees
And we can take our ease
Simply strolling.
Where Dads and Mothers
And baby Brothers
And all the others
Need no cajoling.
If we spy a seat we can simmer in the sun
There's nothing to be done,
But have a ball.
It's all so gentle
And elemental
I'm sentimental
About it all.

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The evening comes. The sun's a ball of rosy flame
And aren't we glad we came
From the city!
The light is fading
And birds are wading
And their parading
Looks oh so pretty.
Our skin is salty from the softly-blowing air
And still we stand and stare, goodness sake!
It's all so gentle
And elemental
I'm sentimental
About the Lake.
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