Reflections From The Pool Poem by JDC LeDrew

Sleep? Sleep?
I'm sure I shall sleep.
The light so dim with shades of gray
At depths of twenty feet.
I shall rest here in the deep and sleep.

Where is the scent?
Ah, yes, it stays...
And around me currents gently play.
While home-stream scents surround me,
I am content to be.

It's been four years.
Has it been that long?
But I remembered my stream's song.
And I returned to find the scent
Have all my wild passions spent.

Oh, I've come so far, now here I'll rest.
And perhaps it may be right and best
To rest gently on the leaves and loam
For this deep pool is truly home.

It is gray, this winter day...
I wonder why I feel this way?
And wonder that it grows so dark
And strike at water-heavy bark?

Guess I'm exhausted in my quest
Here in the pool I'll lay and rest.
I won't ponder the dimming light-
I'm way too tired, too tired to fight.

What?
Me not fight?
My great rage is hardly spent!
I raced the tide and fought the falls,
I faced the rapids, winter bent!
I claimed the bed for she who came,
My bright red sides decried my fame!

And how the shiners wildly fled!
My great hooked jaw tore them to shreds!
I am the fierce and mighty one,
I revel in my strength to come!

But sleep?
Ah yes, I'm sure I shall for a minute sleep.
The light so dim with shades of gray
At depths of twenty feet.
I shall rest here in the deep,
And with my children sleep.