Drought

Lake water tinted blue by clear azure sky.

Tiny waves lick the shore as fowls swim by.

Gentle breezes cause swaying grass to slowly dance..

As heron and egret strut by without a glance.

Jet skis race by throwing trails so white

Hiding their riders from our sight.

Motorboats, canoes and Kayaks go by.

Causing wild fowl to take wing and fly.

Smell of smoke wafts on the breeze.

Smell of barbecue my nose to please.

Sounds of children’s’ voices so gay.

Carry across the park and bay.

Then lake water begins to recede

For rain the retreating waters plead.

Fishing docks stand high and dry.

No more fishing from them under azure sky.

Slowly and steadily the shore grows larger.

Lake size continues to be smaller and smaller.

 What once was lake reveals landmass now.

As grass grows tall enough to lazily bow.

No more watercraft roils surface of the lake.

Fewer wildlife come here their thirst to slake.

All is now quiet on island,lake and shore.

Until heavy drenching rains come once more.