The Lake
A friend of mine died just about a year ago. He was young, vibrant, active and enthusiastic about life. For some reason we cannot know now, he passed quickly to the other side. He and his wife had just finished refurbishing a home within a family spit of land on a beautiful lake in upstate New York. I think about Jay often and so dedicate the following poem in his honor and memory. The Lake ©2015 Rolland G. Smith (Dedicated to the memory of Jay…