Forests On God's Little Acre Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking along sandy shores of Goldwater Lake, pine needles
falling to the ground, making a carpet for us to walk on.

Lovely landscape, a tribute to Senator Barry Goldwater,
right off of Senator Highway in Prescott, Arizona.

Spending many summer days and nights 4 X 4ing up into the
mountains, in the morning going down the road to the lake.

Putting our rowboat in the water with our two sons and dog,
Ghost, out on the water the whole day through.

Fishing, talking, laughing, Ghost trying to catch our bobbers
as we cast out our lines into the water.

Ghost never caught one, we didn't want him to get caught on
the hook, we loved him, he was part of our family.

Such a pleasant time we all had together, eating lunch on
the boat, sandwiches, chips, drinks, cookies, etc.

Dinner would be eaten back at the camp on the side of the
mountain where we were hidden so well from everyone.

It was our own private space in God's country and we went
there summer, spring, winter and fall for years.

Memories of our life here in Arizona, a wonderful place
of peace and contentment in forests of God's little acre.