Poems (Bradford)/My lake

by Bernice Margaret Bradford

MY LAKE.

When the blue of the lake meets the blue of the sky
And the white sea-gulls go whirling by,
And Michigan's waves in white foam break,
'Tis then that I love my own dear lake.

When the white gulls cry, and the surf rolls high,
And thundering breaks on the rocky shore;
When foam-flakes flash, and surges crash,
I long for the lake land more and more.

But when the sun sinks in the West,
'Tis then I love my lake the best;
For all the hues in heaven that glow,
Are mirrored in my lake below.