Still Waters Of Our Pond Poem by Eva Mae Witt

At the end of June just about not in need
not much later there's a will to be found
The waters run deep, deep, deep underground
Almost still waters are flowing with no speed.

Thus the crickets and dragonflies surely must go
surely within six months sleigh bells will be
bringing flurries of snow
The beauty of poppycocks singing with seed
how slowly the diminishing poppycocks is and will
be windblown and perfectly bent
and to this day the slow waters are clearly content
The beauty of the poppycocks is slowly fading its seeds.


This was written early last winter when I decided to
move away from living in the deeply forested land of
Northen Alberta.