The Ancient Mountain Lake
By Curt Vaughn
The Blue Sky Dances with my invisible jumping dog along the deep blue
edges of the cold ancient mountain lake.
Flying Squadrons of rare
green-featured eagles dive bomb over ahead while crystal fish try not to
glimmer too much in the sun.
The trees come down from the mountain side to
drink in the rich blue waters while the beast rom into town to find the scents
of a new age.
I take a boat made of purple corkscrew duck feathers to other
side of the ancient lake to find a long lost cabin that belonged to the wealth
finders of old.
I spot it I think but it is not covered in jewels and gold
like the story told, but of mud and old tree bark as to say this is no place
for any riches to be found.
I go inside and it is filled with books and
writing from every corner of this great blue ball we call Earth, then I realize
these where the wealthiest men of all time.
For knowledge, exploration, and
adventure had filled their lives from this modest hut on a perfect sunny lake
of old.
