Hill by the Lake

 

From the hilltop perch

With all Huron blue

And a day of change

With no chores to do.

We shun-piked the trek

Right through Clinton and such

Till horizon showed

All the Lake's moist touch.

Not the shops or beach

Held the prospect dear

But that hilltop perch

Where the past drew near

With the Salt Mines Works

And the freighters docked

And the smiles on faces.

Almost all would talk.

And they strolled the boards

And they laughed at gulls

While the sun re-charged

One of life's rich lulls.

note the absence of crowds or traffic. Saturday May 14th.