You lure us from from duty's hurried street
to riches not compared with coins of gold
you offer time to rest the aching feet ...
here, prodded minds and bodies loose their hold
from care to pause and play in wide-swung doors
green-lacquered reeds and water lilies doze ...
while rhythmic ripples softly kiss your shores
here, harmony and happiness repose
and songs of birds ring heavenward and high ...
though but a mote of mirror, you reflect
deep calm and peace in wood and field and sky
constructed by a Master Architect ....
(and the pelicans were on the lake that beautiful day
my husband is the photographer. )