At The Lake Poem

At the lake

I  hear

The sound of motor boats buzzing, slicing through the water

The creak of swings swinging alone in the forest

The splash of people in the water, happy and cheerful

At the lake

I see

The mountains with their snowy tops. Side by side, creating a long blanket of snow along their ridges

The reflection of the town on the glassy, oily water

The pine trees swaying back and forth in the wind on the peninsular

At the lake

I feel

The cool breeze breathing against my face

The icy water sloshing against my ankles, again and again

The warmth of the sun beating down on my face. Warming me to the inner of me

At the lake

I want

To be that person behind the boat, skimming across the water

To be riding down the hill, darting between the trees

To be up skiing on the snowy mountains, carving up the powder

At the lake

I wonder

What it’s like being a fish in the deep, dark lake, swimming in the gloom

If I will ever come back again to this magical place

If this is my happy place

At the lake

By Zach  Year 8