Tiny mosquitoes, flitting 'round,
Yet behind me city sounds.
I gaze upon a peaceful lake,
Yet this does not the wild make.
The smells of water, scenes of duck,
Near to nature, what good luck.
Across the water, voices drift,
While roar of engines leaves a rift.
The sun sets in the evening sky,
With apartment towers in my eye.
This may not be the great wild North,
But tranquility does it bring forth.
And now, with each breath I take,
I thank the Creator, for this, Dow's Lake.
















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