A mirror in the forest green
Reflects the sky of blue.
The lake, so placid and serene,
Is lovely all year through.
The birds all come from far and near
To taste its water sweet.
The gentle squirrel and racing dear
Are likely here to meet.
Around the lake they all are free
Where love is all they’ll find,
Surrounded by majestic trees,
Protected from mankind.
Dec. 29, 1979
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