Sweetwater Lake by Douglas Fletcher Stepping over fallen limbs along the overgrown, Lightly traveled path through a marshy bog, Carefully alternating from rock to root, log to dry ground, Then upward, climbing to a sun-covered hilltop, Resting long enough to pick wild berries, Delighting in their sweetness. Descending now, the narrow twisting rocky path Leading to the clearing at the water's edge of my destination; A breath-taking, peaceful remote lake. The stillness of the water�s surface Makes it one with the billowy-clouded blue sky. My memories of natures beauty Can not compare with the wonder That has unfolded before me. I stand in awe. Cradled by huge granite boulders, Shear cliffs and dense pines, The small lake waits serenely, earnestly, To show me its hidden treasures. Canoes portaged earlier, lie expectantly upon the shore, Nearly covered by the tall thick grass. Vessel readied, I slip slowly away from the waters edge, Gliding as if through a portal into serenity itself. Every sound I dare make calls back to me From the surrounding rocks, announcing my arrival. I am not alone. Curious loons circle wide, land upon the water, Dive under as if to say �now you see me...�, Then reappear, always keeping safe distance. They call to each other, perhaps reporting No threat to them or their home. Finishing their play, return to flight, slapping the water With their wings as they begin their assent. I find each small cove of the lake unique, As if each a gallery in a fine museum, With yellow flowering lily pads, dew covered spider webs; Appearing crystal-like in the morning sun, Curious turtles peaking above the glassy surface Carefully watching my progress, Beavers retreating to the safety of their wooden home, And an occasional Pike breaking water Reminding me of the world below my own reflection. Weathered logs and tree roots bleached white by the sun Contrasts the exquisitely arranged wild flowers Growing along the waters edge. A smile could not express the satisfaction, tears the joy Or words justly describe the wonder and shear beauty Of this very special place. 7/19/2001 |
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