The Lake Poem by Jim Milks

Sheltered beneath a shady old oak tree by the shore of an ancient lake
Sitting upon a moss covered wall of stone, that is where you shall find me
The soft sound of the lake water lapping gently at the shore
The first hint of spring is in the air
There my past present and future I shall explore.

From my spot beneath the tree the land that was I can see
The rolling hills of shimmering sand and the
Winding river that cut its way across the land
All that seems to be no more is there
Just beyond the shore

Should I take a step or two, or three?
Beyond the shelter of the tree
Out there beyond the shore I could become
what went before

Children laughing and playing
Have no idea what I am contemplating
To step beyond the shore and float away for ever more
Like a forgotten piece of refuse

What to do and, what to choose?

© JPM 3/19/09