The sun beats down
From a bright blue sky
Water laps gently
Beside it I lie
Body stretched out
Pressed against a rock
Tune out the noises
Don't want to hear talk
A breeze passes over
An ant crawls by
The boats make waves
And birds soar high
Dip the feet in water
Splash some on the face
Wallowing in nature
At this quiet place
Then voices start to shout
And the trucks roar past
Not secluded enough
For the peace to last
From June 1987 while in southern New Hampshire
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