By Mine Lake Poem by Michael John Cook

I have made my home next to this lake,
I love to bathe in its waters,
Spend a day gently drifting upon it,
In my near broken vessel,
The oars left ashore,
I will swim back if I must,
I have a pillow under my head,
A clear sky above me,
The tranquil lapping sound,
Of the water moved by the breeze,
My mind so blissfully clear,
As so the water beneath me,
A bird of unknown distinction,
Takes rest upon the oar collar,
It's head moving jerkily,
Inquisitive little glances,
As it flies away for its purpose,
I finally exhale my long held breath,
Surrounded by untainted beauty,
And accepted into its midst,
I do not miss the city,
It never truly felt my home,
This lake by which I have settled,
Now the resting place for my soul