Just some ramblings - a little poetry, some Creative Non-fiction, a picture of two - from Lake Hebron as I sit here on the front porch, staring across the water, listening to the loons, and enjoying the life of a retired English teacher. And please, leave me a comment, a note, tell me how much you loved -- or hated -- my writing, what it made you think of, made you feel, for it is poetry, meant to invoke in you what it is we share in common, what it is that makes us human.
The conversation carried around the
lake,
as it does, clearly heard on a dark
spring night;
perhaps they’re unaware of its
reach,
or don’t care, a message meant to
be heard,
announcing themselves, seasonal neighbors
coming back.
It’s a dialogue of changing pitch,
softly heard or screamed out,
one to another, echoing, an eerie
warbling, mournful even,
a yodeled welcome to spring, and the
summer months ahead:
as anticipated, the return of the
loons to Hebron’s Lake.
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