By: Local Author Marlitta Smith
Sitting on the dock of Smith Mountain Lake watching the ripples of the water’s wake. While birds tower over mountain’s high in aerial formation- Oh how sublime.
With hopes for longer days of the sweet summer daze.
So enthralled with the charm of summer, they’re unaware of what’s forthcoming.
Hush, hush, don’t say another word-specially when you live on Smith Mountain.
That word “Fall” should be mum.