Jones LakeA Poem by Elana Juli RoysonBased off a real journey I took with my dad when I was younger and also holds deeper meaning from everything I've been through in life.I remember our walk to Jones Lake it was a hot summer day in July. The road was long and the road was dry but we were walking to Jones Lake. I didn't know its name at the time, I just knew we were on an adventure the beaten dusty road was nothing, for we were walking to Jones Lake. You told mother we would be gone a while but you didn't tell her until when. We rode bikes until the road disappeared, then we were walking to Jones Lake. The dusty path was full of dirt bikers and it was swarming with bugs but you took my hand and smiled as we walked to Jones Lake. Jones Lake was all you'd promised with a rock jutting over the banks I wanted to climb out to the edge when we walked to Jones Lake. But you told me "No silly girl, you'd fall in. Then what would your mother say?" I wouldn't have cared in the hot summer air when we walked to Jones Lake. At age seven, what impressed were the falls though they stood only a foot high. It was a grand small tumult and I was glad that we had walked to Jones Lake. Leaving was sad- I'd wanted to stay and find my place along its shores. I went along now knowing where I belonged yet I would never return to Jones Lake. 4-16-12
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