"The Lake"

"The Lake"

(A Poem Written By My Firstborn Son)

Me and my brothers, that makes three

Went to the lake under the old oak tree

To sit and feel the morning's dew

And see a sky of white and blue

And watch the frog

Jump off it's log...

Into the water below

And when the sun seems to run

We know the day is over and done

And I know truely that the Lord can make

Many things beautiful as that lake

By B.C.B.

What a joy to see my son learning to express himself in words. I have been writing since I wa his age and from the flow of this poem, I think he has the gift. It will be a treasure to see him grow in this gift. Way to go, B! I am so very proud of you!