I hate poetry. I don’t know why, it just never clicked with me. I enjoy reading it, but writing it is so difficult for me. I just never have the right inspirations. So today, I am looking for things to write my poem about.

Earlier, I was looking for things to write about. Then I got distracted. I went outside. Today it is 90 degrees and absolutely beautiful. The sun is shining off the lake, the water is so blue and the mountains look so green. This is where I am completely at ease.

I feel like I should write a poem about this, about being here. This place is so important to me. I love it here. I honestly never appreciated where I came from until I left. I never realized that not everywhere is just lakes and mountains. This past spring, when I was gone from New Hampshire for 4 months, I missed the mountains so much. I missed the fresh air so much and it is something that I am so grateful to have.

Calm,

Tranquil,

Easy,

Serene,

Blue,

Careless,

Fun,

Vibrant,

Bright,

Peaceful.

These are the words that best describe living at the lake. Life really is better here.