Walking by the Glimmerglass shore.....

Summer thoughts on a Summers day in Cooperstown

Summer's warm breezes filled the air,

As I wondered near the waters edge;

The sky in muted summer colors,

Called my name so I stopped to stare.

An ancient sound seemed to echo forth,

From generations who lived before;

Of marching men who took to boats

Docked and waiting by this shore.

To hear the birds as they float in air,

And watch the sun set on its way;

I think of my place set in time,

And wonder if here I should stay.

But life is but a fickle friend,

Who we cannot trust to tell us more;

We must cross the water in the end,

To make it to the other shore.

Watkins Glen in the 1800's

We Walked the Glen!

We walked the Glen on that Sunday afternoon, such beauty to behold.  We wondered and whispered not wanting to disturb the scene of perfect peace.  The birds did not mind us as they chirped their songs.  The ages had done their magic to this pristine place of nature's.

The day's views are so beautiful that we linger far later than we should.  But to be late is a small price to pay for the day here amongst the landscape that God has created and that man can only dream of. Tread not heavy for we have joined the ages on this path!