Sometimes crashing with carefree violence,
Her treacherous currents have deadly strength.
At other times lapping gently with healing
Constancy and power.
Always soothing and centering my soul.
Her breast is mounded golden sand,
Gleaming with crystalline magic.
Scattered treasures of polished stone
and weathered driftwood
Outshine the less savory relics of nature
that adorn her like a necklace.
Her shoulders loom protectively,
Cloaked with shadowed greenery
laced with malevolent ivy
and fragrant with cedar and earth.
Whispering wind through grass and leaf
harmonize with natures song.
The watchers glide above, graceful
and silent, shining impossibly white
and clean against the blue heavens.
Shedding all illusions as they return
with clamouring calls to scrabble
I hear ya, Kathy! Having grown up in Milwaukee and currently living in a nearby suburb, I can't imagine NOT being near such a large body of water. Besides its awe inspiring beauty, the Great Lakes are considered to be more dangerous to sail on than the oceans. In fact there is an area off the tip of Door County (the tail of Wisconsin that sticks into Lake Michigan) that is aptly named Porte Des Morts translated Death's Door. And don't forget, it's always cooler by the Lake in the summer!
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