They called her the girl with the big ears, though they didn't call her that to her face. That is, not to her ears. Not exactly. Not intentionally. They were sitting in the cafeteria—one line of buff ... [+]
One brisk, yet warm November day
I paused, set down my rake,
And took a moment to look upon
The quiet, sleeping lake.
Its face was still and smooth as glass
As far as I could see,
And not a soul was there to watch,
Not one, apart from me.
I stood there silent, calm, at peace
Until the moment passed,
Then stooped to take back up my rake
And turn back to my task.
I know not long I lingered there,
Upon that rocky shore,
But oh, how I wish I could return
And linger there some more.
I paused, set down my rake,
And took a moment to look upon
The quiet, sleeping lake.
Its face was still and smooth as glass
As far as I could see,
And not a soul was there to watch,
Not one, apart from me.
I stood there silent, calm, at peace
Until the moment passed,
Then stooped to take back up my rake
And turn back to my task.
I know not long I lingered there,
Upon that rocky shore,
But oh, how I wish I could return
And linger there some more.