Sitting here along the shore,
There’s beauty seen and much more.
Here the pines are standing tall,
Here is the loon’s thrilling call.
Breezes blow and then they pass,
Water soon is smooth like glass.
Trees reflected in this scene,
Twice the beauty, so serene.
Listen now, the thrush’s song,
In this picture does belong.
So silent now a gull flies past,
Gracefully in skies so vast.
Here I sit and take my fill,
Of this scene, so calm and still.
©2020 Steve McLeod.