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The Spirit of Crystal Lake
There's
a world apart from toil and care
Where
the spirit of Crystal begins.
This
feeling so hard to define, and rare
has
it's essence of beauty within.
It
springs from the pines, the lake and the sand,
The
sun and the wind in your hair.
This
grandeur produced by a heavenly hand,
The
spirit of Crystal is there.
In
a stormy view as the white-caps race
Or
the mirrored calm one beholds;
In
the fisherman's cast or a skier's grace
The
spirit of Crystal unfolds
When
you've scanned the hills, and in skies above
Trace
the path a seagull has flown,
And
shared these things with those you love
The
spirit of Crystal is known.
©Bethany
Jean Raetz
[Email:[email protected]]
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