RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Arizona Lakes - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ripples across the canal, wavering in an afternoon breeze,
reminding me of many times, fishing at our Arizona lakes.
Always having a great time, resting in the beauty of our
Arizona desert mountains, camping, fishing, boating, hiking.
Lines cast into the lake, waiting expectantly for a bite,
knowing that we will always get one, eventually.
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