To the hospitable folks at Lakes of the Clouds, especially Tom '10, Emma Colby'10, Dom, and Libby. It was a pleasure sharing your company.
A Poem in the Morning, Remembering a Fog-Free Evening
1300 feet below
the highest point around
the wind whips up strong against
a warm and cozy sound
the sound of mellow laughter
rounded into smiles
gets softened as the strings are plucked
by a melody hiked for miles
see in this cedar homestead
astride the frigid Lakes
guests rest their weary heads together
the croo sweet music makes.
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