The black clouds come billowing along
this happens in an instant, every day, same way
The strongest one rows back, it was never me
We make our way out of the murky muddy lake
The rowboat rests in hope that the waves won’t wake
No need to throw the life jackets –
we didn’t require those restraints
We raced the hot humid rain
The screen door slams, slams, slams!
Ah the sweet smell of unused cottage
the smell lingers all summer long
The breeze eases through the screen walls
carrying the summer air after the rain
The fire in the sky strikes 1-2-3… Crash!
The storm is moving on, to the next Great Lake
Early evening comes upon us
Our lake, in calmness, is still as ice and soft as snow
The motorboats take to the lake like children to a playground
It could be the best ski of the summer!
Good old Mr. Kay in his fray red shorts
raises his bushy grey brow
as he navigates between the array of spray
The stench of stale beer sweeps past the spotter
only to be replaced by gasoline
Buzz, buzz, buzz skier is up
skier is down…..
Sky sinks to orange in perfect time
One by one the boats return
Slam, slam, slam goes the door!
Oh the sweet smell of unused cottage
it’s even in the sheets
How is that?
Jackie Blair (McSween)