Little Bear Lake
A misty fog across the lake
One last look my eyes will take.
The loon calling to others
A calming sound to the soul of lovers.
Acorns falling from the trees
Leaves changing colors for all to see.
The little white cottage that sits on the hill
It’s time to say good bye as the air starts to chill.
Little Bear Lake, my childhood friend
Thanks for the memories from this summer’s end.