Washburn Watertower

The shoreline with this forest scene
Is blanketed in verdant green.
A water tower peeking through
Is in the Washburn neighborhood
Near where the fam’ly homestead stood.

It’s plainly seen across the lake,
Where strolling walkers oft’ partake
To glimpse this portion of the view,
When near the place her ashes rest,
As truly fits a last behest.

Her brood all grew near tower’s site.
This lake, her favorite place to be.
She’s near where she raised family
At rest in waters day and night.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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