missing this view a lot lately so I wrote a poem about it for class!!
‘A letter to Barton Lake’
hometown station turned to static,
passing through state lines,
the most familiar route,
un-click the seat belt.
feet start running in the hard grass,
immediately up the stairs,
and into my grandma’s arms,
I am greeted by the comforting smell of the summertime lake air, I have always loved.
pink flip flops,
sticky sunscreen,
and awkward tan lines,
summertime friends,
independence from the rest of society,
old wooden docks,
jumping off the pontoon,
splashes of lake water,
hang up your towel,
ice cream drips from the hot July sun,
blue daytime skies,
and sweet s’mores to end each night,
stargazing on the deck after the sunset,
suitcases filled to the top like balloons,
couch bed pulled out,
fan always spinning,
my eyes slowly shut already ready
to do it all over again.
