ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
The sun lifts its weary head and opens its sleepy eyes,
Casting shadows upon the lake with diamond fireflies,
Water is still, ships stand tall, the air is heavy with mist,
This early summer morning now by heaven has been kissed.
Before the wake shows upon again, before the fish awake,
A single sail arises and begins to cross the lake,
The peace and quiet solitude will last a little while,
Soon sailing crafts and motor boats will fill the space with style.
When you live in Minnesota, the land of many lakes,
You relish ever second of the time that summer takes,
It’s simply a brief whispering of nature’s magic spell,
But God is in the midst of it so we know that all is well.