Oars dip deep, push, ripples flow gently away
In ever growing circles, splashing on the shores of the bay
Canoes and sailboats, a family boating trip.
Siblings race, some attempt to flip
Others into the wet. Laughter rings out.
As the attack is foiled, with a splash and a shout.
Soon a whistle sounds,
And heads turn around
As aromas drift across the lake of grilled trout.
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