Poetry Through Pictures

#1: I think about…
#2: Colours
#3: Emotions
#4: To be there
#5: Connections & Comparisons
#6 Memories
Isolation black awe/ astonished alone stories about camp the drive to California
Peace blue calmness/
peaceful		calm Huckleberry Fin  Yosemite
Night brown enchanted enchanting Summer Whonnok Lake
Untouched/
Undiscovered		 pink daring mysterious  Whonnok Lake  Cultas Lake
mysteries  yellow/
white		 relaxed/
comfortable		 daring Whistler camp
adventures purple bliss
 edgy canoeing, dragon boating and kayaking
 

10 Words
  1. isolation --  in isolation lays a wonder
  2. enchanted  ---  the enchanting moon shinning from above
  3. mysterious--   mysterious trees that remain undiscovered 
  4. daring --  only a daring soul shall disturb the calm
  5. adventure --  an adventure awaits no matter which way you look
  6. blue -- the blue lake still and undisturbed 
  7. awe -- a place that puts you in awe 
  8. untouched -- with its untouched beauty
  9. night -- a night not soon forgotten 
  10. peace -- and peace that would not be matched 
Just A Lake 
In isolation lays a wonder 
The enchanting moon shinning from above 
Mysterious trees that remain undiscovered 
A secret lays beyond waiting to be found 
Only a daring soul shall disturb the scene 
And uncover what was once hidden
An adventure awaits in every direction
The blue lake still and undisturbed 
A place that puts you in awe 
With its untouched beauty 
A night not soon forgotten 
In a place soon to be found by the bravest of spirits 
Lays what appears to be just a lake 

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