Dream Lake

Past the woods are the shores of Dream Lake.
The waters are so placid, they almost look fake.

In the early morning the ducks swim,
And following Mother Duck comes her children.

As I watch from the woods the show gets better;
Two geese appear and they begin to preen their feathers.

They glide about in the shallows, searching for little fish:
Diving down, bobbing up the geese eat a fantastic dish.

A rustle in the bushes and the parting of the cattails,
A doe comes with a fawn following, flicking their white tails.

I gasp in awe at the beautiful sight, and as I turn to go,
I thank the Lord Almighty for making Dream Lake so.

--Annette C., 10