A Great Lake,
connection betwixt Toledo and Buffalo
an Eerie bond.
On the shore
ripples of waves come crashing,
lashing the sand.
Children run freely,
splashing in the rising foam.
Roaming in surf.
Sea Gulls swoop
down to the water's edge,
dredging swimming morsels.
At evening's end,
the sun seeks refuge below,
amidst orange glow.
Erie finds rest,
to arise anew and refreshed.
Summer in Buffalo.
Walt
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Good morning, PArtner. Love it!
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Hey, there you are! Missed your musings. Hope all's well. A Good morning, Good afternoon and Good evening to you as well. That name is multifunctional! ;)
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