Memories of Maine

Another entry from the Maine trip. I was trying to describe the sensation of being on the deck of the cabin taking in everything. I might have written more if not for the desire to get on with the having of fun and exploring. It could be a nice beginning to a book or poem. Likely a poem as most of what I think tends to be in phrases such as the one below.

The gentle sway of pines the babbling creek and quaking leaves fill your ears as your eyes are set on the lake shimmering in the sunset.