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SWANS
AT NEHI LAKE
Once,
while I was traveling home,
I saw
an artist lift up a lake to study the life beneath.
I was
curious so I stopped to ask if I, too, might take a peek.
"Of
course," the artist said, and raised the lake head high.
I held
my breath and took a step below the surface, which looked just like the sky.
I
looked under, above and deep into everything I found.
I had
to tip-toe by some who were lying on the lake's bed sleeping very sound.
All too
soon the artist called to me and said, "It's time."
I took
one last look around and thought, "How fine, how very fine."
Then I
returned to the lake's shore and thanked the artist very much
for
allowing me to explore where I could reach out and touch.
When
the artist lowered the water knee-high, I knew that I'd remember this day.
I opened my wings to fly, said, "Thank you," and then flew
away.
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