Silence broken by lapping water
Prehistoric memories linger here
Wooden poles, you keep your secrets
We stand and wonder what you know.
As you have watched this lake
And hills covered in forrest green.
We stand here and our guesses make.
The silence, broken voices from the lake
Canoes serenely gluiding by
Lac Du Guerledan, beauty true not fake
We stand betwixt your waters and sky .