A FORGOTTEN LAKE poem

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 17 Oct 2009
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A Forgotten Lake

Sunset spreads like
a quilt of fire, as
mosquitoes skitter
in random flight

dashing themselves
against lake’s
mirror
in dimming flutters.

The forest is a welcome
mat to visitors, our
tent solitary among
silhouettes

where bullfrogs burp,
loons lament
and coyotes howl
within
Nature’s menu.

Owls add hooting
deer call
and rabbits escape
in balls of fur.

The land is a life
of symphony.

© 2009 Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 1
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Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
With thanks, Nathan. I certainly miss the ability to walk through the woods (due to an unsteady gait) on unused trails, where nature's natural beauty awaits. This poem was written about a private setting back off a wood's road, where a whisper was easily echoed back to us. All the best, Richard.
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Beeme on
A very beautiful poem, I enjoyed this greatly. I love walking in the woods and the feelings it evokes, opens our eyes to natural beauty as you said :) Lovely lines; 'Owls add hooting deer call and rabbits escape in balls of fur.' and a great ending, hope you and Esther are well. Beeme xx

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Many thanks, Beeme. When I worked, stress was a large part of my job, and nature was my escape. So peaceful among the trees, beside a lake, listening to the shush of waves slapping against the shore. Then, good gracious, mosquitoes by the millions decided to share their company!! Cheers, from Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Larkin, for your encouraging words. My camping days are behind me, but my memory is filled with good moments in the woods. My father said many years ago, "Dickie, you spend so much time in the bush, you're going to turn into a tree." Birch is my favourite. Cheers, from Richard LP.
Richard L. Provencher