Oh, Lake Lanier
Oh that lake, her kindred call
Doth beckon me, I want her all
What view or vantage point was not
A gift by God in heaven wrought
The trees adorned with moss and vines
The silhouettes, the curves, the lines
The paths, the trails, which led to shore
Left gratitude and want of more
A taste of lust upon the air
The docks, the boats, the water’s glare
My bosom yearns to thus return
To Lake Lanier, where passions churn
Where sing the birds and buzz the bees
Return me now, I beg, oh please
For there is where I long to be
Lanier, the lake, the lake for me.
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Pamela Rojas
After visiting Lake Lanier and falling in love with it, Pamela Rojas has decided to soon make the area her home. Currently, she resides in Apalachin, NY and writes poetry that she hopes will someday equal that of great poets, particularly Sidney Lanier, the poet/musician for whom Lake Lanier was named. She has a Master’s Degree in Special Education and teaches in an alternative education program.
Website: poetryofpamela.com
