I Love This Place

   This is a poem I wrote on a car ride home coming back from my Lake House. I hope this poem expresses my feelings towards the Lake, and shows the elements that make the Lake special to anyone who has ever been there (even those who have only visited once).

Water ripples
under my
kayak
I love this 
place


Air rushes by 
my ears as
I jump
I love this
place


My cousin yells 
and we run
for the trees
I love this
place


A motorboat 
rushes by and we 
dive into the swells
I love this 
place


We rock back
and forth in the 
waves
I love this
place


We all can 
swim like otters
(almost)
I love this
place


I'm outnumbered
eight boys
to one girl
I love this
place 

Dance, Dream

I am shaking

I am not sure if it's from 

fright or 

from excitement

the stage is empty 

as the girls run off

our turn is up

we walk on 

taking the spots 

assigned to us

I am still shaking

the competition is fierce

for the first time 

I'm scared to go onstage

the music starts 

all of the feelings of fear

simply, disappear 

the beat and rhythm

flow through my veins

I am no longer scared

of the stage

I now am the girl 

in the dream

I am made of song

I am the dance

I am the dancer