Fish breaking surface
Ripples fill the surface
Early morning at the lake
Watching nature waking
Grey turns to palest blue
Through to summer shades
Lit by the suns fingers warmly
In yellow stripes across the shore
Patience settles over me
Wrapping me in her cloak
As I sit on the sidelines looking
For a tug on the float
So many ways to recharge myself
Slow drowsy memories of lakes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something very peaceful and relaxing sat by a fishing lake....described so well 10++ Sue