Ode to Lake George; vacationer pens poem

To the Times of Ti:

Lake George

Where the fresh cut grass and dandelions grow,

Where the Lake of the Adirondacks shines and glows,

Where summer has finally run up my toes,

I have touched the rockiest of islands,

Where I laugh in the water all day long,

Where joyfulness is five times more than usual,

Where excitement grows inside me,

Until I head home,

Though adventure still occurs,

To the end,

Of summer,

This is what I want to call home,

Lake George.

Jack Redinger

Ramsey, N.J.

Editor’s note: Jack Redinger, a 11 year old, wrote this poem about his summer vacation in Ticonderoga.

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