On her
maiden voyage, Sierra paddles her new custom carved paddle board at Donor Lake
State Park. It was a beautiful September morning on serene Donor Lake. The
water was clear as she glided over granite boulders peering from the depths
below.
The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water, That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water, That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
-- Hilda Conkling, Poems for a Little
Girl, 1920
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