The Boat Upon the Lake

When I was young there was a place where I would love to go.
Grandma spent her summers there so very long ago.
She had a cabin in the woods hand built with love and logs.
There the birds would harmonize with the croaking of the frogs.
The cabin was quite cozy with its fireplace made of rock.
But my favorite place of all was in the boat down by the dock.
I’d row it out upon the lake and maybe read a book.
Beauty would be all around and everywhere I’d look.
Sometimes I’d fish for bluegill while the boat would slowly drift.
I can’t describe the soothing way it gave me such a lift.
I’d think about how life would be when I became a man.
I was pretty anxious and couldn’t wait 'til it began.
 

As time went by, the years rolled on as I would live my life.
I had served my duty proudly and had married my dear wife.
My Grandma had since passed away. The cabin now was gone.
Our lives were pretty busy, so I guess we just moved on.
But life would never be the same as when I had been young.
We had problems every day with so little time for fun.
The world was mired in turmoil. There were countries run by clowns.
There weren’t as many “Ups” and there were far too many “Downs”.
Harmony could not exist in such an awful place.
Prejudice was always there to rear its ugly face.
Sadly, now I reminisce and pray for heaven's sake
that life would somehow take me back to that boat upon the lake.