Lake Erie
There I stood watching the vast beautiful,body of water.
A deep,rich,understanding shade of violet.
Stretching as far as the eye could see.
Ah Lake Erie what a lovely sight.
She moves with unnoticed grace and wonderment.
She holds a pretty face in the hand of a reflecting sky.
Rocks herself gently by waves.
Lady Erie, how stunning you are.
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