Huron Horizens Poem by Francie Lynch

For decades now
We have serenely, blandly,
Had the Huron horizens
To the North.
All colours of clouds,
Bringing shade or rain,
Snow and flora;
And all the shapes of Noah's zoo,
Morph approaching our sandy shores,
Where sandcastles and tender fires
Milestone our youth.
Those fresh waters have given much,
And taken more with wailing keens
For the never returners.
For mothers with terror splashing
Over faces and maligned hearts and spirits.
The alone times of punishing memories.
And yet,
Never,
Not once,
On that distant horizen,
Has there been a whisper,
Or report,
Of a U.A.P.