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A Poem

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.


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