Poem – Hartwell Lake (By Danny P. Barbare)

Hartwell Lake

Across the street from the lake house
there is a bait shop.
I go there to get gasoline for the boat.
I can see the green swells,
that slowly turn to navy.
The wind forgets the clouds like the
ones I forget.
The sun is on my shoulders, as far as
the wake I leave behind.
Blue sky is all around.
I feel like I’m dreaming, but I know
I’m not alone.