In the winter it is covered with the white ice From edge to edge, it's rocky walls gripped by ice Even layer after layer of winters snow falls Lying there protecting what hass been put there by us After the winters have gone and ice begins to melt this is the time when everyone awaits there fun Slowly the ice cracking and melting until all has gone Only the few pieces and now the ripples of tiny waves appear Wind blowing, making the ripples but really no waves Void of currents even massive under toes that pull you away It is all but calm and blue, green color, but big and wide Without all this it does fill every year, gettin higher and higher Slowly by the time the trees are in full blume, the waters are warm They only a bit cool but soothing to the hot individual, who seeks fun With trees with leaves and strawberries poping up at its edges The people who travel here, are at their glory, finding there place With it's high rock cliffs that get smaller every year as it fills People toss their bodies into its cool waters, refreshing enough to yell Some float in the tiny ripples, other even came to bathe in this pool But most of all it is a place born out of greed for money, turned fun For all the years they took the stone out of the cory, tore the earth The trucks of gravel I never remember, heard the stories about Even the buildings I see left in the water, the stone rubble and trash I guess we can say mother earth gave us a place to swim, in the cory June 18, 1994 2:43am
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