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The Lake House Quotes by Kate Morton

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The House on the Lake

and stalls. I've come here to write,. but instead I've been thinking. about my father, who, in his last year,. after his surgery, told my mother. he wasn't sorry—that.

Poem of the week: The Lake of Memories by Howard Altmann

Born in Cockermouth, just north of the National Park, he went to school in Hawkshead. On the Lake District: "A sort of national property in which every man has a right and interest who has an eye to perceive and a heart to enjoy". On the mountains: "in the combinations which they make, towering above each other, or lifting themselves in ridges like the waves of a tumultuous sea, and in the beauty and variety of their surfaces and colours, they are surpassed by none". Many places vie for the honour of being the daffodils of the famous poem, but the most likely place is between Patterdale and Gowbarrow by Ullswater. I wander'd lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Lake House ||| from 32 Poems

The Lake Poets were a group of English poets who all lived in the Lake District of England , United Kingdom, in the first half of the nineteenth century. As a group, they followed no single "school" of thought or literary practice then known.

Waking to the early morning sound Of a single trolling motor Off in the misty distance With the scent of pristine pine Breezing gently through the open window; Sunlight peeking through the rising mist Slanting onto sand scuffed floors, A damp bathing suit lies crumpled In the corner Waiting for another early morning dip; Scent of good strong coffee drifting Through the open doorway Mixed with subtle lakey smell Stirring senses to awaken And greet this lovely summer morning; Soon barking dogs and laughing children Will mingle with the incessant honking Of Canadian geese Wandering aimlessly along the lakefront In search of tasty morsels washed ashore; I must go find my special mug Feet propped on the railing Of the deck with chairback tilted Against the sunsplashed shingles Gazing out across the sparkling ripples; A sailboat in the distance dips Dangerously toward the surface As the sail scoops water And the occupant dumps Into the chilly wake up wetness; A yell from the startled sailor Breaks the hazy coffee daydream It's time to snap out of memories And take up the tasks at hand Just another lake house morning. You have captured the ease and restfulness of 'holiday' in this slow moving, expansive poem that should be read slowly - savored in order to bring out its early morning coffee flavor. We all need a place like this to get away sometimes.

Waking to the early morning sound Of a single trolling motor Off in the misty distance With the scent of pristine pine Breezing gently through the open window; Sunlight peeking through the rising mist Slanting onto sand scuffed floors, A damp bathing suit lies crumpled In the corner Waiting for another early morning dip; Scent of good strong coffee drifting Through the open doorway Mixed with subtle lakey smell Stirring senses to awaken And greet this lovely summer morning; Soon barking dogs and laughing children Will mingle with the incessant honking Of Canadian geese Wandering aimlessly along the lakefront In search of tasty morsels washed ashore; I must go find my special mug Feet propped on the railing Of the deck with chairback tilted Against the sunsplashed shingles Gazing out across the sparkling ripples; A sailboat in the distance dips Dangerously toward the surface As the sail scoops water And the occupant dumps Into the chilly wake up wetness; A yell from the startled sailor Breaks the hazy coffee daydream It's time to snap out of memories And take up the tasks at hand Just another lake house morning. You have captured the ease and restfulness of 'holiday' in this slow moving, expansive poem that should be read slowly - savored in order to bring out its early morning coffee flavor. We all need a place like this to get away sometimes. Enchanting read.

It is a blogspot owned by a woman named "Samantha" as she rebuilds an old house she bought. Throughout rebuilding it, she uncovers secret poems, photos and has strange dreams. You can visit the blog here. All dates are Americanized. To anyone in the first few months, nobody would have suspected that "This House of Dreams" had anything to do with Alan Wake. Since that tweet, it's become more clear that Alan Wake is somehow involved in everything being posted.

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