Lakeside summertime
Humble beginnings full of guilt
The people I love and the land we live
May soon begin to wilt
Lakeside break time
Coffee and condensation
Coworkers and friends
Making lakeside conversation
Lakeside leaf fall
A hundred years of this joy
It was rumpus and ruin
That this community grew in
For fire cannot destroy a soul
Lakeside snowplow
Innovation of a jokester
Playing around with his tools
Bring us together, me and my sister
In the cold grave of our home
Lakeside spring fling
The love I lost again
Nothing can destroy this
The love of the masses
The tender draining of her kiss
Lakeside at summer’s end
The beating warmth from the sun
Undercut by the cold autumn air
It never seems quite fair
The time we spent there
Only lasts ‘till we’ve finally relaxed
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Jared W.E.
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