Henrys Lake

Nutrient rich as Grandmother's vegetable stew,

Henrys Lake sweetens her mint-green shores with dew

And implores all who sip her waters to drink freely.

Bread-soft, grassy meadows rise gently over the hills,

And elegant yet rustic homes fill spaces between the trees.

Sometimes when the summer sun shines brightly
Through white, puffy clouds,

Like a loud argument,
Thunder crashes southwest of Jefferson Peak.

Then, taking its time, a black shroud
Begins to spread across the sky,

And someone cries, "Take cover."

Like new water flowing down an empty ditch,

The storm rolls north on its way to Montana.

Rain stretches its long, liquid fingers to the ground

And white caps pound against the shore.

I love it all:

The changing waters,
The rugged, nearby lands,

The demands the weather makes on campers,

The low-flying birds
Which drift and float
With the ease of a smile.