There is no need to proclaim
her scintillating presence.
The air about her is
delightfully pure.
She dresses fashionably
in shades of blue.
Her movements are graceful
as she flows down wind
past stately pines
and leaning birch trees,
lapping boats
anchor to weathered docks.
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I like to write mysteries because I like to read mystery stories. It all began with the Nancy Drew series by Carolyn Keene when I was a pre-teen in the 1950s. I have four published novels, poetry and short stories.
Friday, July 11, 2014
BABCOCK LAKE, a poem by Patricia Crandall
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