The Lake

By: Taylor Duncan


The boat is cruising

on the lake like surfers gliding through the ocean.


The wind is blowing

through my long blonde hair.

I feel little drops of water from

the kids splashing around me,

hitting my skin.

The dock is always pulsing with the water.

The wind blows away all my worries.

Even when it rains,

I always wait for the sun on the other side,

to find another way to be happy.