The View at Greers Ferry

     As I look upon Greers Ferry, the aqua blue water drifts to and fro from the constant wind. The huge cliff slowly erodes as the crashing water splashes it constantly. The distant island looks so far as I climb the dusty boulders while the misty wind slaps my dry mouth. I try to enjoy the music from the tailgating trucks, but the boat smoke and BBQ tickle my nostrils. The brustilng pine trees send a sweet pine needle smell, synging my nose. I enjoy the lake's warm presence and hope it will coress me forever.