Jones Lake

Based 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

Reviews

[Lydia]

I really like this. Very well written.