Mountain Island Lake

The small wood boat slices through the lake;
beads of water fly like diamonds toward my face.
I look out towards the tree-lined shore
leaves turning orange, yellow and red.

The fall sun warms my face.
My best dog leans back against my chest;
he looks up and delivers a wet kiss of thanks.
It is the most perfect day of my life.

Circa 2002 ~ my sweet Airedale companion, Bentley

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