The Home By The Water

A small but perfect dwelling hidden in the trees Fuzzy sweater and wet socks The warm summer air on my tanned arms Pine trees and sandy beaches Waves splashing the rocks Jazz music and sugar maples Screams of joy, amusement, happiness Cold mornings and scorching nights Rustling leaves from big tall trees Clementine, sugar cookies and freezer chips The twang of the zipline from the canopy of trees A seemingly endless gravel road The lake - crystal clear and beautiful We say it belonged to pirates way back then The warm feta, garlic and olive pizza like fire in my mouth Ghost stories told around a fire blazing warm Dogs barking, water splashing, children playing We are not just a place, a location, an empty house We are a safe haven, our own community A safe haven.