Oh, how I treasure this life, our lakes, and the written word. Even when I'm never here, I'm always here.
Pretty Things.
A freighter drifts out of the mist.
We watch it crawl along the horizon.
Two girls braid their hair in the shallows
and a woman in a red bathing suit
and pink bandanna looks for something pretty.
A twin engine plane putts overhead
following the shoreline, putt, gasp! putt.
Buoys that mark the safe swimming boundary
bounce as a speed boat skims by.
Sail boats peak the horizon, bothering nobody,
seemingly not moving, but when you look back, they are gone,
swallowed by a lake that makes pretty things.
One ale later, we have to turn our heads to see the freighter
chugging for the straits with determination
and the woman is on her knees, looking for something pretty.
8 comments:
This is so beautiful. Lake Huron must sure be beautiful too and no doubt it inspires the best out of you!
I do not pretend to be a judge of any writing, less in English, but it is so pretty that made me feel I was there, for an instant!
This is a lovely rendering of an afternoon spent at the lake. Growing up my parents had a cabin on a very small lake in northern Wisconsin. It was never as busy as this, Huron, but your wrods still make me feel nostalgic.
My favorite lake too. Almost as good as a visit☺
Sorry Yvonne, it's me again! I've seen your comment in my blog. For what you say it seems (to me) that you might have understood - due to my poor writing style, your quick reading habit, or both - that on my sentence about justice and so I was quoting JFK.
If that was the case I'll take it anyway as a (big) compliment :-)
Pet,
Thank you so much! I'm glad you felt like you were there. And, yes, I think I misunderstood your quote but I loved it anyway!
Mary,
Thanks! Those small cabins on those small lakes everywhere feel the same, and yes, Huron is a busy place, especially on a hot day.
Tony,
I know we share this affection for our "Big Shining Sea". Good to see some familiar faces, though I've fallen of the blogging wheel.
I am there on the lake, with you!
Love it! Watching those freighters ease out of the fog is an incredible sight :)
Liza, that would be fun. We could "talk books"!
Jemi,
I like how you phrase that: "they ease out of the fog".
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