Lake Cane Poetry Archives
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By Barb Abney
During a year of swimming across Lake Cane,
We see the moon and planets wax and wain.
Pollen comes and pollen goes,
For many swimmers right up the nose.
Spring and summer bring more daylight,
But some prefer the winter’s night.
The people change throughout the year,
Except for Tom who’s always here.
The sun, the moon, the stars align,
to make each swim day celestially divine.
By David Johnson Jr.
The lake is glassy, flat, and shiny
Birds in the background and swimmers in suits tiny
“Enter the food chain!” yells Lucky over there
We cast him scared looks, but usually dare
The morning’s quite dark
We can barely see an inch
We’re also thinking, gator bites pinch
I inspect the water, no reptiles in sight
We splash in the depths hoping they won’t bite
The water is cool, a solid 70 degrees
Suddenly, something brushes my knees
I start to panic, WHAT COULD IT BE
I thrash and I splash making a fool of me
Notch the turtle floats up to the surface
I really do think he scared me on purpose
Is that a smirk on his little turtle face?
I’ll see to it that it gets replaced
My laps are finished and I’m completely pooped out
It’s 7:30 and my stomach’s starting to pout
I hop on my bike feeling fit and fine
A morning at Lake Cane is simply sublime
~ David Johnson Jr., (13 years young)
By Mary Holloway
The swimmers of Lake Cane Society
Plan events with amazing variety
Come swim in the lake
Then have a pancake
And please bring us some great notoriety!
By Wendy Highland
Darkened mornings, light unmet
Rippled waters, cool and wet
Moon reflected, shadows high
A gentle neighbor in early sky
Misted surface, welcoming guests
Here to put their stress to rest
Smiles greet and hugs abound
A varied family all around
A better start I couldn’t name
Than swimming with friends in our Lake Cane
By Christopher J. Stalder 2-1-2019
Wow, here they come again from the South,
Quick, dive down and swim to the East,
Whew, that was a close one.
To the surface again, periscopes up,
Look at the Lucky’s lake swimmers go,
They sure are passionate about swimming.
Most every morning they arrive around dawn,
Today’s Saturday and they start later,
Tomorrow all will be peaceful.
Praise God for Sundays!
By Kayleigh Boyce
When the disciples saw that
the spirit of Jesus
was walking on water,
Peter was saved
by our Father.
Peter was brave
that he would be saved
by Jesus’ grace.
The strong waves were
pounding to a grave.
By God’s glory,
Peter was safe.
By Jadyn Hardesty
The Pacific Ocean
Creates quite a commotion.
With all those fish swimming around,
I’m sure they won’t drown.
There are fish of every color
Red, white and blue.
Next time you are down there, say Hi
To my fish friend Drew.
By Anias Cineus
For I live through his water,
The living water.
I know where water comes from, He
And it lives in me.
Oh the joy I get from Him,
Knowing I can live.
No one can be against me,
He is now for me.
Forever showing His love,
He is God above.
Because God reigns Forever,
there is no other.
God, the way, the truth, the life,
The living water.
I describe him in such ways,
He opens the door,
Living through Living Water.