Twas the day before New Year and all along the lakes
Not a creature was stirring, just tons of new snow flakes!
Not a single boat could be seen in the bitter cold
And one wonders – had they all been sold?
My eyes filled with tears at the marina station,
Where were the birds, the boats, or the folks on vacation?
But there all stored like caterpillars in a wrapped cocoon,
The boats were waiting for spring to come soon!
As I looked down the hill and along the lake
No sound did the cottages make.
The pines were all bent in the new fallen snow
And the scene along the lake looked so peaceful and serene
Could it be just a long winter’s dream?
Happy New Year – James R. Bupp