The Lake Poem by Janie Wassler
The Lake
Even the breeze smells of spring
And new beginnings
Of time well spent
And time to come
The goose eyes me warily
As I drink in
The fresh air
And wish I were in the lake
Refreshing
Bathing
For I'd rather be washed in the water
Than the blood
I see St. John out there, on the dock of the bay
He's drinking a beer
And blessing the flock
Rock on, St. John, rock on...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/21/2024 9:21:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice and awesome poem and recited in such interest.