This rough winter (big rainstorms in SD…) had me reminiscing about the fun summers I used to have back at my grandparents’ lake house. Nothing could beat the feeling of running down the big hill to the water on a hot summer day. I was writing down some of my memories and they turned into a poem! Well here goes…
The Lake House
I remember that time we put the dock in,
In the beginning of the summer.
The sand was so thick we lost the hammer,
But it didn’t matter, we just borrowed the neighbor’s.
I remember Dad’s old boat,
I never got to see it leave the trailer.
I was always just a little too young,
But in my mind there were many times I raised the sails.
I remember the stairs to the basement,
They were the kind you could see between.
In the light filtered by nautical glass,
I hid beneath thinking I couldn’t be seen.
I remember when you gave me my very own boat,
It was a sailboat without any sails.
You handed me an oar and pushed me off the shore,
And the freedom of the water would never leave my mind.
-Eric