Ode to Eagle River

Here I awake with a joyous breath

And drift to sleep in peaceful rest
A choir of pines and aspens sing
Their great strong trunks ever towering

Mr. Blue Heron glides across the satin lake
His perfect neck curved like a snake
Even if you wanted to fret or worry
The loons would say slow down, don't hurry

Audrey writes poems in sweet, thoughtful rhyme
And peruses my prose with her wise, kind eye
With books in hand to the pier we walk
Ever engaged in placid picnic talk
So little to do, so much to say
With long missed friends the day whiles away

We swim and lounge in a sunset snapshot
As if unearthed from an ancient treasure spot
The leaves turn lime in the fading sun
When did doing nothing become so much fun?

With effortlessness in the brisk summer air
These sacred north woods are a true yogi's lair
Spontaneous union of the self and nature
All elements combine to make the mind most clear

Oh Aldridge Lake, oh Audrey, oh Skip
I could not have fathomed a more ideal trip
If I could dwell here for the rest of time
I think that would be absolutely sublime