Was morning in September, as I captured the lake
The fish now are jumping, many flies found their fate
The water is calm in the new morning sun
As I search out this picture, as it has begun
The beach is now quiet, the water calm too
Except water rings, where the bass had jumped through
A boat near is anchored as it floats there on high
A motionless picture, apart from the sky
Three bathers approach, as they walk in from shore
Treading the water, then stop and talk more
The mysteries of living, the depths that I read
In watching them talk, while dragging their feet
They helped me remember the day at the lake
Was yesterdays sighting, two loons swam their pace
While near to the shore, in graceful abode
They held high their heads, as in pride to unfold
Now back at this pond, in calmness and peace
To stop and praise God, for this painting released
