On The Walk Way. Poem by Michael Walker
On The Walk Way.
The long concrete walk way runs along the lakeside of Taupo
, the town where I slept fitfully last night in a motel
which was close to the action across the road.
I saw young joggers and older people on the walk way
heading towards the distant main street;
soon after I power walked some kilometres
which took well over an hour in the forenoon.
A few swimmers were out there testing the waters,
while a water-skier was far out, towed by a jet boat
and a colourful hang glider hovered above
and I heard the small waves rippling on the shore,
as a cool wind was blowing in from the water
and all of this made the power walk a breeze.
-15 February 2020.
On the walk, 'I put myself in the scene, at the scene', as C.K. Stead expressed it.
Taupo is a special place for me, because my father lies buried in a soldier's grave there.
Big lake to circumnavigate, Michael. One you can do in an hour is Dove Lake below Cradle Mountain, Tasmania.
The lake is the same size as Singapore. I only walked a couple of kilometres along the northern shore, all of it adjacent to the town. I could try Dover Lake one day, have never been to Tasmania.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:20:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this poem for the close bond that you express for your father, the land and the lake, and of course, the walk. Full of imagery, so beautifully penned...........10