Poem – Hartwell Lake (By Danny P. Barbare)

Hartwell Lake

Across the street from the lake house
there is a bait shop.
I go there to get gasoline for the boat.
I can see the green swells,
that slowly turn to navy.
The wind forgets the clouds like the
ones I forget.
The sun is on my shoulders, as far as
the wake I leave behind.
Blue sky is all around.
I feel like I’m dreaming, but I know
I’m not alone.


Author Bio:
Danny P. Barbare resides in the Southern U.S. in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He has been writing poetry on and off for 33 years. He has several books available on Being a Janitor and Gathered Poems.