August Song On A Northern Lake

August Song On A Northern Lake

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                         In the early morning mist of a northern lake

                         the August sun has yet to highlight trees hinting of autumn.

                         A boat moves to the sound of the paddle

                         on the glass smooth quiet,

                         as an eagle speaks from a tree too far away to see

                         and the distant call of a Loon is heard.

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                         Resting the paddle,

                         the boat glides on,

                         accompanied only by faint ripples,

                         suspended over clear darkness,

                         then closer to shore,

                         over upward reaching shapes of green.

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                         In the embrace of stillness,

                         slowly from a far shore,

                         the ever changing shape of an approaching cloud appears.

                         Now overhead,

                         a hushed many winged song is heard

                         as the migrating blackbirds head south.

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                         rsp

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