Lake Cane Poetry Archives
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By Dave Heffernan
While the swim-guzzlers take flight
A storm is approaching and jellies encroaching
On this most ominous night
The captain could not spare a verse,
A refusal defiant and terse.
His poem left unspoken, ’tis only a token,
While his beer he fondly did nurse.
By Joe Mattern
My First Race
Doc Lucky Said Be Under 90
I Must Stay On Pace
To Swim The Inaugural Golden Mile & To Finish With A Smile
In The End, I Will Win
Without The Use Of My Fin
Like Grains Of Sand
The Lake Is Where I Will Land
Eternity! For The Win
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.