Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I Remember Cattails

I remember seeing cattails four feet tall
Ducks in feathered flurry swimming round
Skirting skipping stones I picked from a wall
Little boy camping with his hound.

Sitting by a cove on a small fresh lake
Young enough to think the trees could breathe
Eyes wide open to the sips they could take
Catching every rippling, rustling heath.

I remember cattails rustling in breeze
Standing on the shore, tiptoe peering,
Waiting and watching eager as you please
Knowing by croak that frogs were nearing.

Owls hoot offbeat and hide in deep forest
Flurried feathers still circle cattail cove
Puffy clouds at peace beckon in chorus
Did I vow from there I would not move?


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