The Concert
The soulful voice that harkens morns first light
It sings goodbye to a bright setting moon
The sun slowly rises ending the night
A lake sits silent for the forlorn Loon
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Enjoying the show that summer morn brings
I drift calm water that’s older than old
A second Loon joins; it’s his turn to sing
The concert of nature that touch’s my soul
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My oars pull stronger as fog slowly lifts
The music around me edging me on
The concert that plays is the lakes true gift
That stays in my heart as time moves along
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But morns like this are fewer for old me
I fear not many more concerts I’ll see
About the Creator
Gerald Holmes
Born on the east coast of Canada. Travelled the world for my job and discovered that kindness is the most attractive feature in any human.
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