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The Pier
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Nature Around Us
Long fingers extend over the lake.
some as old as time,
weathered by years of use
the sun, water and wind.
Others shiny and new
with a clack clack clack,
of a man made source,
as intruders tread upon its strength.
Hovering just above the water
as if permission has not yet been granted
to proceed and may never be.
Reaching towards the center
trying to uncover its secrets,
yet remaining safety above the source.
Some sit and watch the scene unfold,
waiting patiently for the secrets to be revealed.
Others dive right in
violating the calm surface,
not able to restrain themselves of the wonders.
Some sit and day dream of times long past,
as memories slowly flood back
lapping at our conscious minds
like the murky water caressing
the well worn and softened rocks
at the waters edge,
eroding into the present
and pulling us back into the past
to linger a little while longer.
