Way up in northern New Hampshire,
Lies a little house that seems to hold the cure.
The cure to life and all its chaos,
Once at Waukewan, I watch it fade off

Waking up to the aroma of blueberry pancakes.
Stretching and yawning to get out of bed
Oh how much time, it does waste.
But in thirty minutes time, I am well fed

All day is spent on the dock,
Soaking up the sun and retaining the heat,
We occasionally jump in and land in a belly flop.
There in the water, we cool down, as the pain subsides

Early evening approaches and we kayak away.
When the wind picks up, we feel a cool draft
Making our way towards Captiva Cay.
We examine the lake, turtles, and trees.

Sitting on the swing, watching from the balcony,
The clam and vibrant sunset, and all its harmony.
As I observe, an occasional jet ski or motor boat passes,
And flocks of birds fly overhead in large masses.

Daylight wears off, as the clock strikes eight,
The kids run in before it gets too dark.
Soon enough the grill fires up and the fun begins,
This little house on the lake contains so much joy within.

One day gone in a matter of time,
This memory in my head will forever chime.