. Sacandaga I go, I go to the lake so blue, Tree-lined shore in autumn hue. This place, my heart, my Shangri-la-da— The deep blue lake of Sacandaga. The morning dawns upon the scene; Its peace replaces every dream. Loudly geese and crows adore The sun's first rays upon this shore. We are but guests beneath these trees The day begins upon our knees. The silky quiet of the day Requires soft footsteps to the bay. Boat nor jet ski can upset The inner quiet I now beget. Embrace the lake, kayak and swim In tree filtered light, I rest within. I shall return to leafy glade To sit beneath the dappled shade My peace returns, my mind remade By the shores of Sacandaga. ---October, 2023 . . Brian Cook runs a cleaning company in the hospitality industry in the Bay of Islands, New Zealand.