Lake Simco

North of the city,

away from the crowd, you didn't hear a voice.

There stand a little house

middle of the garden. To buy it it was a good choice.

The cottage outside is charming,

inside is big. It is a lovely home.

Sitting on the porch

and look far away, listen to the gently wawes..

Simco Lake, they call it.

The view is great, the besy of many lakes.

This place to relax,

read good books, no newspaper, no war, no politic!

Windsurfing? Go ahead!

Or tennis, or baseball you want to play?

Go for a walk or even better

fire up the B.B.Q. It will be a quiet day.

I don't play golf...

but you can go if you feel.

Play some card game

and if you loose, it is not a big deal.

Even the dog Oliver is happy chassing a bird,

Or bark on the wild duck...I just saw the third...

One more thing:

I forget to tell you: go swimming

If you are hungry

and have some spare time, go fishing.

The sunset is beautiful,

it isyour clock to end the day.

Time to pack and close up

you are tired, but happy and gay.

You open the door on Rosemary road, No. 226

This home is also beautiful, almost nothing to fix!

Monday you will think of Friday,

during the week you what to do....

This little poem I wrote

I wrote to him, to her and for you.

Lake Simco Ontario 2003.