A gentle Mallard swims to the edge of the boat, Webbed feet dancing in the glistening water, His shiny green head bobs up and down with the current, My Golden doodle leans out as far as he can, Exploring the smells and sounds of his new friend, He leans and sniffs until being at the very edge, Finally, we heave him back toward the middle of the skiff, To keep him from splashing in.
Oh, the wondrous days, The simple pleasures of joy and happiness, There is nothing flashy about days like these, For they are ordinary in many ways, But in truth, in their simplicity is their power, Connecting hearts and minds in joy, When there is so much struggle and pain that surrounds, This world is a challenge, But a day on Wallenpaupack is a balm for the spirit.
The gentle morning light flickered off the top of the trees, As the morning dew rolled off the leaves, It catches in the light, Momentarily glistening and dancing in the sun, Before continuing it’s decent and ending in a splash.
A warm breeze hinted with pine passes through the air, The lake ripples as the fish leap from its cool waters, Into the glistening sunshine and world above.
Long days melting into cool nights, All pointing to the gentle rumblings of something deeper, In this time of life, One can feel the great hope of summer, Amidst the unrelenting and undeniable march of time.