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​East Fork:

A Journal of the Arts​​


O' Placid Lake
By:Kelly Powell

Simple sunshine is never enough,
O’ placid lake, will you freshen me up?
Such fine splendor this Sunday morn,
Your nature surrounds me; a picnic is born!
East Fork Lake and the beauty of fall.
The spill of the dam: The awe of it all!
Birds seem to sing; the air is so clear.
The laughter of children is all I hear.
If only you’d see it; If only you knew.
The lake gently offers a spectacular view.
The abundance of trees and our careless laugh
A result of our feast; an aftermath
Pink & Orange sunset; I see to the west.
A groom, and a bride in her wedding dress.
A memory of my children; of leisure and fun.
East Fork Lake; My place in the sun.