Lakes chained together make for fun trips and sunny skies!
The first toe of the day gets dipped around 8
Into the pale water fitted with a white sand bottom.
The minnows scatter at the breaking of reflections
With boats and tubes
And all sorts of inflatable toys.
Speeding Sea-Doos skip across the surface—
That once was soft and now is concrete—
Towing tubes of fun and games.
A child dunks his head to spy for fish,
But the real fun’s up top.

The Sun bakes these memories into hardened treasures.
For when the snow commandeers this place
They will only be totems of laughs long past
And hopes for a summer to come.