The Lake,Water Skiing & Uncle Lloyd

I put away my iphone and ipad today
and sat on the old log swing
in peaceful reverie
looking out over the bluff
at Lake Coeur d Alene
watching boats stream
by like a slow passing
parade. I heard the sweet
sound of joyful laughter
echo through the trees
of family and friends
sailing and skiing and
swimming in the
cool, deep blue water.
In memories eye I  turned
 to another summer
 and another lake a
long time ago  - 1963. I
was 12 years old,  visiting
my Uncle Lloyd and Aunt Betty
and cousins, Shauna, Kevin and
Kim. We were at  Bear Lake
in Utah, and my uncle was determined
I would learn to water ski  - and indeed
I did, but only after his persistence and
patience in teaching  me how, and calm
reassurance not to be afraid, that  I could.
For many summers after, I skied  a lot,
now that I'm old, not so much. But ever am
I grateful for an  uncle's loving guidance
to broaden my world to include
the joy of water sport,  and help  build
my self-confidence. Back in the present
I study the lake  and watch
those on the water, hoping
another uncle is  with his niece
doing the same for her
as my uncle did for me