"An Ode To Sheridan" I've seen the beauty of nature From prairies, to mountains, to sea. Heard the song of the meadow lark And the cry of the seagull free. But if I had the gift of the Artist's brush, I'd paint a sight serene - Of crystal water at sunset, Surrounded by evergreen. A forest as far as the eye can see, Appearing untouched by man - Or off to the north one small green field Where a doe may be seen to stand. Or if I had the gift of music, I'd put to a gentle tune The quiet breeze on the water And the plaintive cry of the loon. The if picture and song could be blended There's only one spot it could make - The beautiful Cariboo haven That's known as Sheridan Lake. Audrey K. Thompson