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Lake Durant
In the morning's chillBlue Mountain cuts through the mist
That covers the lake like a featherbed.
Clad in fleecy jackets
Three children crouch on an island rock
That draws the ducks to share their breakfast.
Remembering the evening
Lake sunset soft with calls of loons
I watch the children in the mist
And feel peace.
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2010-12-30 at 22:18
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