Lake Superior

May 30, 2011
Each year,
We head out to the Lake;
A sparkling place,
Filled with nothing fake.

Each year, my aunts and grandma,
My brother, my parents, and me
All go to that magical place,
Far more Superior than the sea.

Each year, the sun shines brighter
In a cloudless sky;
The clear water reflecting blue,
And all the gulls that fly by.

Each year is better
Than the one before,
With all new mysteries
For us to explore.

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