Lakeside we arrive again as years, as decades in the past
Kayaks on the lake, young boys and girls like dots on the ocean
Travel with eyes wide and hearts longing for adventure
Reaching the other side, a new land, island, theirs to explore
Lily pads green reflecting the sunset’s brilliant colors
Wind echoes through the tall pines around Kilbourne
“Like a passing breath”
Campfire smoke goes high as the stars come out and moon rises
Fire embers warm and eases the chill of the Canadian Arctic air flow
Loon calls as night falls and sun sets on the glistening lake
Red squirrel alarms of the dawn
This time “like a shadow, passes over us during the day,
And soon is gone”
Hammock swinging, trees and rocks nearby
Blueberries in hand
A toast is made to the ones, who served and gave that we could enjoy this day
Gone before us but present in every eye, smile and Whippoorwill singing
Canadian blend ‘67, lifted high in gratitude and honor and remembrance
“Cherish every moment,
Fleeting life under the sun”
Wolf calls at dawn, cool morning sunrise, fresh cup to fill, again and again
Lakeside, Glimpse poetry
by Joe Holuta
Quotes
(Psalm 144:4, Ecc. 9:9 Voice)
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