Bards of the Lake

Poetry sharing among the Lake Cane community

Our April 2019 Winner: David!

 

Simply Sublime

 

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)

April 2019 Poetry Submissions

Equinox over lake

Equinox

Apr 9, 2019

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.

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Simply Sublime Drawing

Simply Sublime

Apr 9, 2019

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)

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Pancake Lovers

Apr 9, 2019

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!

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Tom's Poetry Contest Rules

1. Keep your toe in the water (Try to make a connection with something aquatic)

2. Keep it on a calendar page (Shoot for something between a Haiku and a Sonnet)

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