Back To Big Lake Poem by david lessard

Just came back from Big Lake, from seeing the waters once more -
Again, to see the mountains, kissing clouds, not far from shore;
Where trout jump in leisure rhythm, and fishermen try their luck -
I threw my line in with them, guess I didn't have that touch.

But I saw ospreys high above me, making circles in the air -
And one came flying down and struck the water, as if on a dare;
The talons came up empty, but I doubt it mattered not -
It was doing its instinctive thing, as if it had been taught.

And we saw some elk just grazing, in a meadow by the road -
A thing of beauty is forever and lightens up our daily load;
Majestic creatures are a joy, seeing them is bliss -
A sight to brighten the evening light, a treat not to miss.

At night, I rose, for nature's call, the sky was full of stars -
Like an impressionistic painting, the trees were darkened bars;
The air was crisp and cool, not like a summer night -
Whatver was wrong with the world, here it was all right.

Here, were the hush of the forest, was like a silent thing -
Putting away the day's troubles, that only life can bring;
Here was a world of beauty, and wonder nothing could shake -
The mountains, the air and the sky and the waters of Big Lake.