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A WALK BY THE LAKE
We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we’re kissing the Earth with our feet.
At home we walk to the ocean…at our cabin mountain paths we take
our walks of late to our delight have centered around a lake.
We walk early as the sun is rising…before the summer day gets hotter
It’s also the only time we get to watch the fog dance across the water.
As the sun peeks over the mountains signaling the day’s about to begin
Her sunlight widens like a smile and the lake reflects her grin.
Water spiders dash in and out of the fog…perhaps eating…or just having fun
Every fitful movement they make…highlighted by the sun.
A family of deer sees us coming…they also like to rise at dawn.
The mothers eyes us cautiously as she devotedly protects her fawn.
When she is confident we mean no harm…we see her trepidation decrease.
Her family goes back to eating and she let us pass in peace.
We see spots of yellow quickly moving and wonder…
is the sun playing tricks on our eyes
until we realize it’s not the sun but a family of goldfinches flitting by.
We stop and listen to their singing….from their nests in the trees they've made
and we feel privileged to hear a rare treat…a goldfinch serenade.
In another tree just up ahead a squirrel…enjoying the view
We wonder is he watching us…or did he stop to listen too?
Much of our walk is done in silence…because in silence it is clear
all the wonders we can see…so any wonders we can hear…
Around the lake we see our house…another wonderful morning walk complete
It’s amazing how much beauty we see when we kiss the Earth with our feet.
