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(By: Adrian Drower)

Crystal clear current,
Waves crash along the shore.
The kids or dogs play,
The Volleyball flies.

The salty sea breeze,
Barbecues maybe cooking.
Hear the passing planes,
Hear the passing birds.

Relaxed is my mood,
Now that I’m At The Lake.
I am one with Earth,
Free from ties that bind.