Echo Lake by Leo Ross As I sink into the lake, all my worries dissipate, the trees fill my nose with calmness The rocking chairs on the deck early in the morning, mist drifting across the wood Rides on the old school bus, rickety all the way Hikes up the mountain, pebbles falling astray The smell of Maine food attracts everyone in camp Grilled cheese falling into tomato soup How I miss this place.
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