POETRY TIME! ~ Lake of The North, Written by Yours Truly

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

A bank of flora, soft and green.
The wind in rushes sings.
A place of beauty; rare, serene,
and zipping, shining dragonfly wings.
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dragonfly wings

The gentle waves beat against the rocks,
gurgling for all they’re worth.
Seemingly their small space they mock,
carving new rivulets in the earth.
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beautiful Lake Superior

I sit and my gaze drifts to yonder shore;
a wide, glass-like expanse in between.
My mind races with thoughts of lore,
rehearsed when the earth was but a teen.
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the Mississippi

A loon with an appearance of distiction
bobs upon the gentle, slipping waves.
My thoughts cry “Far be ye from extinction”
for your call is one every being craves.
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not an amazing photo; this is a Yellow-billed Loon - in WISCONSIN! That's a story in and of itself; upvote and reply if you want me to post that one.

A fish swims up, colorful scales shim’ring.
Ripples hurry away as it moves.
So close to the bank, I see eyes glim’ring
as it forages amongst the stones and grooves.
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(who can photograph a fish?)
Leopard Frog at the Necedah National Wildlife Refuge

As I lie back on the peaceful bank,
I watch the geese fly overhead.
To think this earth was once quite blank
before our Creator “It is good.” He said.
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but geese are boring, so here are some pelicans

The Autumn winds blow colder now.
The sunset sets the trees afire;
red and orange, shine a blazing show
and I revel in my God’s great empire.
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cranberry harvest in the fall

Soon the glistening lake will turn to ice,
and my feathered friends be gone.
But the peace will remain just as nice
as the wildlife silently lives on.
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frozen in time

For though many birds fly southward;
mammals and reptiles slumber sweetly –
there are still places to be explored;
sketches and field notes kept up neatly.
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my favorite; Whooping Cranes

Come Spring, greenness and life shall return;
the earth always in cyclical balance.
This dead, white, silent Winter adjourn,
and the new season bound forth with radience.
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unidentified, but lovely, fungi

I, here at the lakeside will always stay;
for here is my life, my joy, my muse.
And I can never be drawn away
from the place my heart and soul did choose.
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sailboats <3

  • M. Jael Reynolds

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Check out some of the poetry on my page as well =)
I loved the pictures within thr frames..

I will do so. :) I love photography!