Sense It


The lake once calm and smooth like glass,

Feels the wind upon its surface,

It hears the rumbling of the clouds,


And its waves turn into white caps…

It tastes the raindrops from above,

And smells a fresh clean scent…


Then it sees the sun peak through the clouds,

And knows that it can rest.

I wrote this poem about the lake when I was 13-years-old.  Sometimes the lake seems sense it before the weather changes.

Cheers! 🙂

19 responses to “Sense It

  1. Beautiful words to match a beautiful place.

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  2. Very nice Jill, you know the lake well. Beautiful images.

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  3. Hi Jill. I love your poem about the lake. I still love poetry’s as I did as a child. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if this angry world focused more on poetry and Art? I miss you and the lake. We were at Hills the week after Labor Day and the weather was fabulous! I have to get my fix of the lake❤️

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  4. Wow! How wonderful that you still have that poem you wrote at 13! And how relevant it is to your life now!! ❤

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  5. I can see why you love being there. And I like that your words take the point of view of the landscape! (K)

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