Wistfully looking upon mountain lake view so fine,
we hoped to be able to return another time.
Among the bright green of spring and dark swaths of pine,
our short holiday stay here had been really divine.
We watched with amusement the antics of Goldeneyes,
both low on the lake and flying up to highest highs.
One last look at this mountain gem, under bright blue skies,
we turn away, serenaded by loon’s wailing cries.