Smith Lakes

You are like my second home,
You bring family and friends together,
You’re not much to anyone,
But enough for me.
You are the one
That relaxes me,
Nothing much,
Not perfect,
But mine.
Mine.

Feet in the warm beach sand,
Body in the cool relaxing hammock,
Feet dangling off the small mattress,
The wet rainy weather.
Not perfect, 
But mine.
Mine.