At the lake, the Canada geese lead the parade
while the great blue looks on.
There is always something
happening at the lake.
Woodpecker tap, tap, tapping
on a hollow tree.
Mallard daddy duck pacing,
waiting for the ducklings to hatch.
Three men fishing
passing the time
in friendship
There are always turtles
out for some sun.
There are always reflections
of sky on water.
There is always peace
watching from the deck.
What a beautiful, vivid poem describing what I know you are taking in while sitting on the dock, Margaret! Funny that we both were on lakes this weekend, but with very different landscapes and wildlife surrounding us. You have taught me so much about approaching poetry – I hope to keep playing with it and finding new experiences to share through poems.
This slice is so tranquil that it soothes my restlessness. Yesterday, I was deep into creating one of my Wonder Bundles when technology stepped in and poofed my work many times. I entered uncharted waters of frustration so your calm water is refreshing.
Wishing I could be there, too, but your poem gave me a wonderful trip for a while, Margaret. We saw baby ducks at the zoo last week. Spring fills us up with new life, doesn’t it? Thanks for the lovely pictures and poem.
This would be a lovely springsation moment if you can compact the poem and photos, Margaret.
I spent the day at the lake as well, but I didn’t take the time to document it as you did. This is beautiful, filled with lovely “noticings.” Thank you!
I had a great week-end at a lake also. Ours was a little buggy and cold, so not much time outside now, but there will be adventures and sights to come. Can’t wait.
Beautiful poem, Margaret. That photo of Papa Duck patrolling, one foot in the air, made me smile.
Thanks for stopping by today. I loved the foot in air, too. He was marching in the Memorial Day parade at the lake. Hope you are doing well.
What a place! Always something happening. What a weekend!