by Emily Peterson
In summer you smell the luscious scent of blackberries fill the air as the soft wind caresses your hair as you dive into the chilly green lake. After admiring the fish’s shiny scales, you run on the beautiful green lush grass covered in dew as you fly your kite…Soaring in the breeze. Soon you are in the garden, hoeing the soft soil under your feet. The corn is growing backgrounded with the soft scent of pumpkin flowers combined with the snazzy scent of raspberries. In the distance the birds sing loudly, “Greetings, young fawns!”
Now it is Fall. The woods surrounding the lake look like a painting in all colors. As the sun sets a golden pink covers the dead garden, still lake, and multicolored forest as the morning dove crows cooing to the world, “Goodnight!” and simply flies away.
At night the crickets sing a lullaby with the kittens suddenly remembering to sing along. Here I leave you as I’m drifting off to sleep to dream about what you will think of this painting in song that boasts one name, “Tanglewood, friend of all the animals from deer to turkey to me.
