At The Lake

By Lydia Souders

I paddle board from morning to night

I climb trees and sometimes it’s a fright

I find sticks and make a craft

That become a beautiful raft

I build a sand person made of sand

I climb rocks throughout the land

I feel the currant sprawl through my feet

I chase the water until the falls it meets

I swim for hours in the cold lake

Until I want to take a break

In the woods I play

I am out there all day

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