Treasure Island

Alon Calinao Dy

(Samar, Philippines)

The Lake of Life


I really have a good time with my wife
Playing, in what we called 'The Spring of Life, '
To haunt some creatures in the wild lake
Of the wide earth that'd make me fully awake.

The lake was so lovely full of vivid beauty,
I could hear the soft and calming melody,
No trace of loneliness in the wild lake
with black rock bound that wasn't fake.

I could see the fine tall pines that towered around,
The mystic wind that blew across the lone virgin lake,
And in the night, shining shells were to be found
And the murmuring sounds of creatures they'd make.

Although the night was a terrifying experience,
It was all worth it because of the thrill we've got;
A wonderful feeling that I now cherish and treasure
For the solace lake that was full of adventures.

Submitted: Sunday, May 05, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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  • Allen Steble (5/5/2013 8:33:00 AM)

    This would make a very good sonnet, the rhyme sequence is close and it is a nice poem. (Report) Reply

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