Tiny diamonds crest the ripples
Of the broad expanse of blue, blue deep
The sun wraps its essence around the vista
Of water and shoreline and crystalline beach
Children wade and touch their fingertips
To the crisp coolness of the grand pool
Mothers and fathers watch from their blankets
Ensuring the safety of little ones’ curiosities
The air moves gently toward the beach
Making barely a spill of the serene image
Soon it will be turned to a red bowl
As the sun sets beyond the lighthouses
And the beach will be dotted with tiny fires
The memory of cookouts swimming in my mind
Such bountiful beauty an honor to behold
The Great Lake Michigan: nature’s gift, our treat.
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