Highland Lake Inn – The Write Place
Words flow like wine, hither and fro
The glass of merlot give my cheeks a glow.
Gail welcomed us with a big smile
And tales of romantic parties of a bygone style
Candlelight reflected in goblets fine,
The tuna Pecco cooked was just divine.
As were the berries, red and black,
To Highland Lake Inn, I will come back
It’s winter now and snow abounds.
I imagine Spring fields full of bird sounds.
Summer will come next with lazy days,
Spent writing in the evening haze,
Of red, purple, gold, and blue
Joni and Marjorie to their heart’s remain true
This writer’s group who met in March
Shared words and stories
Surrounded by pine and birch
Mountains green and clouds of white
Highland Lake Inn is a beautiful site.
Copyright 2011 All rights Reserved Denise M. Simpson 20 March 2011
