The family there, the dune-swept air,
he warmth of sunlight everywhere -
The days flew by on white gull wings,
Leaving so many lovely things:
The clean, fresh smell of pine and lake;
Early mornings, when we'd awake
To the sound of the wren's clear notes
And chugging of the fishing boats;
The lighthouse winking in the pass,
Sunsets framed in rustic glass,
Brown-eyed Susans in a bouquet
On our table at end of day.
~ Mary Mae Martin
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