Lake George - A Poem by Lee Goodman

I've journeyed through the foreign lands
    And wond'rous sights have seen,
I've sailed o'er old Kilarney's lakes,
    And watched the moonlight gleam.

On Lake Lucerne in Switzerland,
    Among those high flung hills,
Whose rugged sides are watered by
    A thousand little rills.

Old England has its Windermere,
    The west has Tahoe grand,
But here we have our own Lake George,
    The Gem of all our land.

Just like a piece of azure blue,
    Dropped from a cloudless sky
By angels who were bast'ning o'er,
    Who simply let it lie,

So all mankind could come and see
    A paradise below,
A place to soothe the aching heart,
    Where love and laughter grow.

Its islands proud like soldiers stand
    On guard until the day
When those who dropped this piece of sky
    The trumpet shall obey,

And take it back where it belongs,
    Away up there above
But till that day, we all can view
    This lake that we so love.

Now I will open up my heart,
    Its secret I'll disgorge,
I want my soul at last to rest
    In heaven or Lake George.
 

By: Lee Goodman