Pinecrest

The cold wind bites my face,
As we race the boat across the lake,
The smell of pine trees fills my nose,
As the motor gets quite and the boat slows 

The dock creaks beneath my feet,
As we reach the cabin, it’s no suite,
The feeling to be back here once more,
Makes me race to open the door

I get up the stairs and sit on the bed,
And think of all the adventures up ahead,
The hikes over crunching ground,
And the rushing rivers, that’ll leave you drowned

The water we swim in, cold as ice
But we all agree, that's only a small price
Diving into the deep dark lake
Running into a slithering snake

The bald eagle above flew high with power
Staring ahead with a determined glower
I open my eyes feeling blessed
This is where I love to be, Pinecrest